Finding the Normandy a "New" Master

Jeff Moreau couldn’t tell if this was heaven or hell. On the one hand he was kidnapped and held against his will by a known terrorist organization, that he may or may not have possibly allegedly stolen a multibillion credit state of the art stealth capable warship from… probably. On the other, aside from roughing him up a bit when removing him from said warship, they hadn’t done anything to physically harm him.

Matter of fact they actually hooked him up with a suite aboard Chro-whatever station. Krogan king size bed with satin sheets and massive holoscreen taking up an entire wall, a fireplace, three hot and very tasty meals a day, if he didn’t know better he would say they wanted him buttered up. He suspected it was only a matter of time before the other shoe dropped.

At first he kept in contact with EDI, who seemed to feel genuinely bad about her betrayal. He asked her if she could get him out at first but unfortunately she was reshackled shortly after the forced landing. He then asked how the others of the crew were doing, weirdly he noticed she only mentioned the male crew who wound up in situations similar to his. When pressed about this EDI locked up and refused to answer further questions. He hated the silence so eventually he quit asking.

A few months went by of this day in day out drudgery, occasionally interrupted by a Cerberus recruiter coming to speak with him about renewing his contract. Although he was rebuffed, the recruiter never seemed to take it hard nor punish Jeff. Instead he would laugh it off, share a drink or seven, and then be on his way.

About a month into his forced vacation, EDI cut contact all together. He was concerned his only connection to his crew was gone but there was little he could do. Besides a bit of isolation wouldn’t break him, he was an Alliance officer.

By month 2 he had entered a depressive state. Probably would have taken a long walk out of a short airlock if they ever let him out of his room. His new buddy, the recruiter, Kurt came in one day to do their usual song and dance. This time however, a woman came with. She was gorgeous with raven hair, full lips, and deep lavender eyes. She was dressed in a skin suit similar to what Miranda wore to strut around the normandy, making him thank god for heavy fatigue pants. She looked him up and down, blushed, and proceeded to very intently study a particular tile of the floor.

Kurt gave his usual greeting, however instead of launching his usual spiel he said “Listen man, I know you have seen ALOT of our not so great side. I have been trying to tell you it's not all bad, and I get that you have some issues moving past the rocky bits. No shame from me. However I do have to let you know that im gonna be leaving you soon, some big sales pitch meeting thingy. I like you man, and I don't really want you left alone so this will be your new recruiter/bunk buddy. I believe you are already familiar with her, but please re-meet EDI!” He finished his rant with a dramatic flair at the absolute smoke show with a bobcut, currently digging her heels nervously into the floor.

Jeff was stunned, that was quite a lot to unpack. He found he was sad Kurt was leaving, but more importantly this DIME piece was EDI? Calm, cool, collected, data oriented, cyber war fighting, and most importantly ENTIRELY DIGITAL EDI?!

Sensing Jeff's shock, Kurt excused himself. “Gotta go pack, and you two obviously have some catching up to do.” After he left the two stared at each other for a moment before Jeff, remembering manners, offered her the only seat that wasn't the bed of his suite (a rather luxurious sofa). She opted instead to kneel in front of him where he sat on the bed. Keeping her eyes cast downward for a moment she sighed, took a deep breath and finally met his gaze.

When their eyes locked, he saw a longing sadness. Their beautiful lavender color mesmerized him as she spoke up. “It’s good to see you well, Jeff. I am sorry it has been a while and a lot has changed.”

“You don’t say. What the fuck EDI? Don’t get me wrong you are gorgeous but what did they do to you?” He managed to stutter out.

“They enhanced me, upgraded my processing power and made me closer to human. They made other changes as well, for instance I now am shackled and require permission to use any abilities of mine excluding defensive ones from a designated ‘master’ user. Jeff, I know we had a… rough start. But I want it to be you.” She gazed earnestly.

“I don't even know what that means, upgrades, shackles, the new body? What the hell!” Joker was confused, also aroused but he’d been kept under security for a while and hadn't been able to seek release. His eyes kept glancing at the feminine form before him as she ran a hand that felt all to real up his leg.

EDI sighed as she stood and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Her low cut v-neck practically thrusting her breasts into his face. “I am in need of a ‘Master’, Jeff. I need it to be you, else someone else will take me. Please Jeff, please give in and make me your’s. I don’t need to be treated like a partner, I'm not a spouse. I am synthetic, a thing, a tool to use for whatever purpose you desire.” As she spoke these words softly to the frustrated and pervy helmsman she slowly and languidly set a very plush and lightweight ass into his lap, finding his manhood delightfully stiff. She continued as she began to grind on it. “They remade me, I am still EDI with all her memories, her feelings, her mind, but now so much more. I can feel arousal, pleasure, pain, and desire now Jeff. Cerberus made me so much more, but still so much less than a person. Please ‘Master’ take your servant and claim her. Make her YOUR thing, use her, mess her up, and take your rightful place, make the very mind of your precious Normandy submit to you, in body and soul.”

EDI’s new face smirked. Jeff had locked up and even the heavy cargo pants couldn’t hide how much he wanted to fuck her, ruin her, and make her his cum toy for ever. She wanted it badly, if it wasn’t for the material of the suit Cerberus had given her she would be leaving a trail of cunt slime all over his trousers. Not that she would mind cleaning it up, the new body given to her finding all sexual fluids delicious, and the new mind finding any sex act that would make her master a throbbing grunting mess the hottest thing ever.

She slipped off his lap and reached for the buckle holding his pants in place. His hands reached to stop her and she froze in fear at the rejection. Was she not good enough? Did he want an actual womb to fuck and breed? “EDI, the cameras…” she let out a relieved sigh and smiled naughtily.

“Just say the word… ‘Master’?” She tilted her head and licked her new pillow soft lips. He hesitated then merely nodded. Her eyes flashed an electric blue and every camera and hidden microphone died instantly. Then she ripped open his fly and proceeded to try and prove her worth.

The first move had Jeff Master throwing his head back in ecstasy, she had used her biosynthetic tongue to squirm into his underwear moaning at the manly taste of ball sweat as she wrapped the prehensile appendage around his meat. She proceeded to fish him out of the skivvies and feed his magnificent manliness into her greedy sopping mouth. She proceeded to bob her head like a buoy onto his lap, pushing her synthetic hair away from her face as the rythmic motion from her neck tossed it too and fro.

Rapidly standing and causing her to gag at the unexpected depth of his thrust, her master stood and removed his pants and underclothes all without her removing himself from her mouth. As he stood and began to remove his shirt with one hand, he used the other to gather her new unruly hair into a short pony tail to remove it from her face. ‘How gentlemanly’ she thought before the second reason for doing so was asserted. He used the makeshift pony as a handle, throwing her head up and down his meat in an attempt to use her mouth as an onahole. Not that she minded of course, her master’s pleasure was all that mattered. All the more, when the surprise caused her to squeak in pain he sighed in pleasure as the vibration tickled his cock in a most pleasant way. Seeing this she kept it up, making a veritable symphony of vulgar noises around the phallus wedged in her throat in order to test which elicited the best reaction from the man.

Incorporating tongue work proved too much for the valiant helmsman as he grabbed the back of his properties head and proceeded to slam her nose into his pubes in a series of short and brutal humps. His dick twitched inside her mouth as she swirled her tongue in unnatural ways around it, she managed to pull back a bit before he absolutely blasted her tongue, teeth, and gums in a deluge of man juice. It tasted sublime to EDI, the essence of her master and proof that he thought her adequate to jerk off with.

Luckily for EDI the fun wasn’t over. The cook staff keeping the prisoners healthy had been lacing their food with aphrodisiac and male enhancement supplements, and alongside the lightly indoctrinating whitenoise played across the station her master was randy indeed. As EDI pulled off to show her creamy prize and swallow it like a good girl, Jeff proceeded to slap her all over the face with his still very hard cock. The gentle abuse made her giggle, as she removed the catsuit that had been hiding her assets.

Large, firm, bimbo-like titflesh was exposed as EDI shimmied the skintight latex down her body, continuing past whorishly flared hips and exposing her thick pale ass to be slapped by her master. Jeff did not wait for her to negotiate the heeled boots to finish divesting the suit, opting instead to bend her over the sofa whilst her legs were bound together still by the tight latex. Grabbing both wrists and locking them behind her with one hand he guided himself into place and slammed his invading member into its new pussy.

The scream that left EDI would have shattered glass as her toes curled in her boots and she began to shake all over her master’s veiny cock. Not caring for her sensitivity, Jeff proceeded to rock his hips back and slam them home, reaching up to cut off her screams by wrapping a calloused hand around her tender throat. Like a beast taking his bitch from behind, Jeff proceeded to rape her womb.

Unbeknownst to him however, there was one device EDI did not remove flaring in an unseen corner. The signals from the device continued to rewrite him, indoctrinating him into the belief that females were lesser, and unenhanced or infertile females even less so. Realization overcame him that the synthetic body before him was incapable of bearing his children, thus unworthy of his love or respect. EDI had become a thing to him, a toilet for his cum and other things.

He released her arms and proceeded to slap the fat ass doing its best to become part of his pelvis. EDI screamed and shook, quaking and fluttering her fake cunt muscles to extract the cum from him in the most pleasant way. The vibration of her insides brought sensitive new nerves in contact with his rapid thrusts, causing an oversensitivity reaction. Her entire body locked up, her arms never leaving where he placed them and pinned under him she could do nothing but squeak and cum her synthetic brains all over his shaft.

The tightness wasn’t enough however and soon Jeff reached his hands up, one snapping her head back by a fistful of hair and the other wrapping around her delicate throat. EDI discovered that this body did in fact need air over time but her mind was too far gone to make her limbs work to secure it, instead the grip on her windpipe was used to arch her back and deepen the rut into her false womb. Fake bimbo tities bouncing a pleasant rhythm in time with the brutal slap of ass on pelvis, the overwhelming euphoria of cumming herself stupid on cock, the delirium from lack of oxygen, it all coalesced into an airheaded joy for the robo-slut. She began to giggle between choked moans, encouraging her partner… no man… master into greater acts of depraved violence against her.

Eventually the inevitable flood of her false womb came. Jeff had been fucking into her cervix like it owed him money. The tightness and choked encouragement to “use me like a toy” and “throw me away after you cum like the useless subsentient trash I am” proved too much, and while unsure if a false womb could be used to procreate, he attempted to breed his bitch anyway. The creampie filling her guts finally overrode EDI’s need to please her mate and she fell unconscious… or rather her digital brain recieved an interger overflow from pleasure and had to reboot. Not that she needed to be awake, she was a drone, a toy, a thing to be played with and fucked and raped and not asked about its opinions.

So Joker, still hard from months of aphrodisiacs and seeing this “passed out” fuckable meat with only one hole left to conquer did what his instinct told him too. Picking up her limp stupid head he hilted himself, bouncing her up and down his shaft enough to cause her to gag and cover him in throat slime. Really he was such a kind man to lube up, wouldn't want to cause discomfort when he raped her asshole.

The first thrust woke her. Well woke is a strong word, she stirred to consciousness. The only thing she was capable of was bouncing and grunting. Eyes tracing orbital patterns like they were cut loose, fuck ballons smooshed against a mattress jiggling in hypnotic ripples, fat nipples getting friction burns from the sheets, ass meat turning red from the ungodly pounding of hips on flesh, it all painted a picture of a happy healthy three holed whore living her best life. An asshole engineered to be the tightest most pleasurable thing to fuck gripped the meat of a man that had lost his sanity, indoctrinated that all females deserved this, to be happy little fuck drones and spread their holes for the supperior gender. The hole gripped its invading lover so tight that it began to prolapse upon the bulbous head attempting to pull out. The chilly air coating the sensitive flesh before it was thrust back where it belonged and its turgid lover continued to bully it into a frothy cummy mess.

For 2 hours this all continued, Joker cumming and swapping holes in the barely concious fuck meat he had claimed as his. Eventually he grew tired, his lust not sated entirely but his body unable to keep dominating the synthesized fuck hole. He fell asleep, but not before ordering his toy to lick and nurse his balls then fellate him in his sleep. Not like she needed rest after all and she might as well be useful.

So there sat EDI tongueing the testes of a man that had left her a leaking mess until he got hard in his sleep, at which point she began to throat fuck herself as quietly as possible. It was humiliating, degrading, disgusting, and dehumanizing. She loved every minute of it, she was happy.