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(Commission) The Clean Room, Chapter Eight.
🕑 Added 2020-10-15 22:35:10 +0000 UTCThe continuing adventures of Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy, courtesy of PrimeArch.
The Raiya lands at it's final destination and it's cargo offloaded, including the unfortunate Quarians not being kept by the crew. Who should be trusted to take these twenty Quarians to the auction house? Only the most trustworthy slut aboard the ship.
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Tali let out a delighted sigh as she stepped out onto the ramp that led down to the port. The cool morning air caressed her naked curves and made her dark hair flutter, it was about the best feeling Tali had ever felt. The recycled air of the Raiya had been nice, but this? This was real air on a real planet. A real port full of real people who were about to see the perfect modern Quarian for the first time.
She beamed happily and nibbled a lip, planting her hands on her hips before turning back. “Alright girls, let’s get moving!”
Twenty collared, cuffed Quarian women whined at her words.
Tali pursed her lips and activated her omni-tool. A crackle of electricity sounded, rousing a chorus of squeaks and whimpers from the bound women as they were shocked into obedience. There were only two who still resisted, the two with bright red ball-gags locked over their mouths to stop them from making a scene.
The thrill of control made Tali grin like a madwoman, the glee of being trusted enough by her beloved owner to move the merchandise to the auction house mixing with the arousal of having her sisters completely in her power.
She skipped to the front of the line and began to lead them across the landing pad the Raiya’s massive hull had rested itself upon. The procession caught a lot of attention from the workers, the twenty semi-nude women collared and leashed like animals, paraded through the docks and practically begging for attention. All of the Quarians were dressed the same, bodies barely covered by black collars and tiny black bikinis that made sure that their curves were all on display.
“Look all you want, mistresses.” Tali purred as they passed by a pair of gawping maidens. “But hands off the merchandise, unless you want to come by the auction house and make a bid?”
“Auction?” one of the young asari managed to repeat.
“That’s right, all these lovely creatures are for sale, if you think you can afford them.” Tali smiled teasingly, she reached up and tapped her red collar. “But before you ask, no, I’m not available.”
It was an ingenious system really, one developed to make Quarians as easy to use as possible for their Asari owners. All of the high-tech collars snug around the slaves’ throats had a simple colour-change function. Black, like the women behind Tali, meant a Quarian was Unclaimed, that she didn’t belong to any Asari for whatever reason. Pink meant a Quarian was owned, but free to be used by whomever desired her, the most common of the colours found about the Raiya, and soon the galaxy. Blue meant a Quarian was owned and was exclusive, that her owner wanted to keep her for herself. Purple meant that a Quarian was available, but occupied, and was usually reserved for when the slaves were performing their duties about the ship.
Then there was red, worn only by Tali and two others aboard the Raiya. Red meant that a Quarian was such a loyal, talented slave, that she could be trusted to command her own people when her owner had better things to do.
Being a red grade was great, and not just because it meant that Tali was the envy of every other Quarian, it meant she was highly desirable to every asari as well. She’d spent the last week and a half of the Raiya’s voyage bouncing her fat purple butt on more asari cocks than she could count, constantly in demand no matter where she was.
She’d been bent over and creampied so often her co-workers in engineering had started fighting over who got to lick her well-used cunt clean at the end of each shift. Even so, Tali and others had started prostituting themselves, gathering in the ship’s corridors and making offers to the asari who passed. None of them would ever dream of asking for payment of course, but a market of freshly filled condoms had begun, with cum addicted Quarians doing their best to outbid one another for bigger, more potent loads to feast on.
Naturally, Tali had been tending to her mistress’ needs diligently as well. She now lived in Akiriha’s quarters, cleaning and tidying like a maid whenever she wasn’t working, whoring, sleeping or being stuffed full of the engineer’s cock. Her burly owner had proven to be quite sweet in bed, downright tender, especially after their most passionate of lovemaking sessions.
“Hello!” Tali smiled brightly, stepping up to the elegant matron overseeing the day’s auction and holding out the datapad with the batch’s information on it. “All the items from the Raiya.”
“Ah, I see.” The matron hummed, inspecting the pad over her glasses. “Twenty fine specimens, they should all raise a decent price.” She turned back to Tali and inspected her up and down, lip curling at her plump breasts and slutty tattoos. “A pity you aren’t for sale, dear. You’d be highly valued.”
“Thank you.” Tali grinned, genuinely delighted by the compliment. “Oh, um, two of them are still… you know…”
“Defective.” The matron sighed, glancing at the two gagged Quarians who suddenly looked very nervous. “A shame, but I suppose it’s unavoidable.”
“Will you help them?” Tali asked, her heart going out to the pair as they shivered and scowled at their fellow slaves.
“Me? No.” the matron sighed, walking to her station and bringing out a long tube-shaped device. “They’ll be sold off the same as the rest, but they’ll need to be marked.”
She pressed the tube to the first gagged girl’s breast and pressed a button, a soft hiss sounded and the Quarian yelped. As the matron moved to the next, Tali saw a simple mark printed onto the girl’s skin, a circle with the letter ‘U’ inside.
“It stands for ‘Unbroken’ so that the buyers know they’ll need to train them themselves.” The matron explained, placing the tube back onto her desk. “There’ll be a few buyers who’ll find that quite attractive I expect.”
“Really?”
The matron looked over her glasses and pursed her lips. “You talk a lot, you know that?”
“I’m just curious.” Tali smiled sweetly. “Do you think there’s a better use for my mouth?”
“Hmmf, I see that red collar doesn’t mean you’re any less of a slut.” The matron sighed, “Alright, get to work. The auction doesn’t start for another hour.”
Tali squatted down, slowly unveiling the matron’s long legs as she drew her dress up before giggling as her long, flaccid cock was revealed. “No panties, so naughty.”
The matron took her by the scalp and pressed her to her cock impatiently. “Less talk, girl.”
“Of course, mistress.” Tali purred before enveloping the plump purple head of her cock and setting to work.
She’d barely been sucking the matron’s fat blue cock long enough to get her chin wet when a fist closed around her hair and yanked her backwards. The wet squeak she made was muffled somewhat by the few inches of cock evacuating her gullet, but the guilting her voice was unmistakable as she looked up at her owner.
“Um… hi mistress.”
“I told you to deliver the girls and then come straight back.” Akiriha growled, pulling Tali to her feet. “And here you are sucking cock. Maybe I should talk to the captain about having you reassigned to a pink, if you’re so intent on behaving like one?”
“I’m sorry.” Tali whined. “I did what you told me, I was going to come back as soon as I was finished, I promise!”
Akiriha grunted and looked up to the matron. “You have everything you need?”
“I think so.”
“Then excuse us.”
Akiriha grabbed Tali by the hips and hauled her up and over her shoulder. Tali nibbled her lip excitedly as she was carried away, one of her mistress’ hands resting on her fat purple ass.
Tali let out a quiet “Eep” as Akiriha dropped her in the middle of the mess hall, watching in confusion as her owner took a seat at one of the tables. She’d expected punishment, to be taken back to their quarters and throatfucked until she saw stars, or maybe edged until she was sobbing with need, not taken for a meal.
“Over my knee, now.” Akiriha growled.
Tali’s confused pout vanished in an instant. “Yes mistress!” she scampered over and happily draped herself over the massive asari’s lap, wiggling her rump in anticipation of her punishment. Unlike some of the others aboard the Raiya, Tali wasn’t a complete masochist, she didn’t delight in being punished by her owner the way some of her sisters did, being whipped and paddled and tortured until they were finally allowed satisfaction. She hadn’t littered her body with piercings for Akiriha to tease or pull on. She hadn’t taken Nurse Anasa’s experimental drugs that made them so much more sensitive and tender. But even so, she fucking loved being spanked.
“You all know Tali.” Akiriha barked at the staring Quarians that had clustered around their table in anticipation of the show. “It’s time you all knew the consequences of disobedience, no matter what colour collar you wear.”
The first smack to Tali’s rump knocked the breath out of her, a sharp, stinging hand-print glowing on her cheek as she gasped. It seemed like Akiriha really wanted to send a message, each of her strikes far harsher than any she’d given Tali in private.
By the tenth smack Tali’s eyes were watering, her plump purple cheeks burning and blushing as Akiriha gave the swell of her rump a loving caress. For a moment she thought it was over, and then the next slap came. Tali could feel the soft flesh of her ass ripple and shake with the impact, barely having stopped it’s quivering before the next spank came to the other cheek.
Twenty strikes passed, Tali’s tongue lolling in a breathless pant as her ass was turned darker and darker hues by her owner’s palm.
Thirty strikes. Tali’s cunt was awash with need, the giggling of her sisters as they watched and masturbated to her punishment filling her with exhibitionistic delight.
Forty strikes. Tali’s head was supported only by Akiriha’s free hand, her body limp as she drooled and took her beating without complaint.
Fifty strikes. Tali’s bare bottom was a warm pink colour now and Akiriha’s uniform had a conspicuous wet patch where the poor Quarian had rubbed her cunt against her. The punishment was over, and all the watching Quarians had certainly gotten the message.
Tali whimpered as she was lifted and laid on the floor, her cheek resting on the cool metal, her senses slowly coming back to her.
“Do you think she’s learned her lesson?” she heard Akiriha ask.
“No!” A chorus of giggling Quarians replied.
Akiriha smirked, grabbing her by the hips and tugging her ass up into the air. Tali had time enough to let out a whine of confusion before Akiriha hilted herself to the root inside her asshole. A squeal of pain burst from Tali’s lips as her pucker was stretched wide and her raw cheeks were smacked once more by her owner’s hips. In an instant, her squeal was drawn into a cacophony of moans and squeaks and whimpers as Akiriha set to work pounding her, dry fucking her abused rump until Tali was sobbing and squirting onto the floor, a mindless, ruined wreck.
Even through the pain, the bliss of having her guts pumped full of sperm brought a smile to Tali’s face, one tinged with relief as at last Akiriha’s thrusts paused.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Akiriha breathed into her ear.
Tali nodded, too weak to speak.
“You won’t disobey me ever again?”
She shook her head and whimpered as her owner gently lifted her up and draped her over one shoulder. As she was carried off to Akiriha’s cabin, the engineer gave her a gentle pat on her blushing rump. “Good girl.”
