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Mission Failure
🕑 Added 2019-08-12 20:52:03 +0000 UTCAria demands Samara remain behind whilst Shepard goes about her missions on Omega. As soon as Shepard leaves, she straps the justicar down and turns her into a mindless bimbo whore, before putting her to work on the streets of Omega.
(Ending features Morinth being Morinth, so expect some darker content at the tail end of the story)
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“So, Shepard, what have you brought me today?” Aria sighed, sipping from her glass as Jane Shepard stood before her. “It had better be good if you want access to my territory.”
Shepard winced uncomfortably and nodded. “I… Don’t suppose you’d reconsider?”
Aria rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat. “Why would I?”
“I’m trying to save lives, Aria.”
“And?”
Shepard hung her head, defeated, before nodding. “Fine… Fine, you win.” She turned to her team and sighed. “Samara… I’m sorry.”
The Justicar pursed her lips but bowed her head. “If you are certain, I will remain here.” She said quietly, “I wish you luck on you mission, Commander.”
“If there was another way…”
“All is well, Shepard.” Samara interrupted, holding up her hand. “Whatever Aria’s intentions, I will remain true to the code. Perhaps I may even provide some semblance of justice to this den of corruption.”
Shepard sighed and turned back to Aria, trying to resist the urge to wipe the smug grin off the asari’s face. “Fine, so that’s that. One of my crew for a free pass through your space?”
Aria shrugged. “That was the deal. Now run along before I change my mind.”
Shepard scowled up at her, but turned on her heel and stamped away, pausing to say something to Samara before sighing and leaving in silence. Samara watched her go and sighed, fixing Aria with a hard stare as the pirate queen chuckled to herself. “So, sweetness, what happens now?” she cooed, resting her chin on her palm.
Samara resisted the urge to sneer at her, instead folding her arms behind her back and reinforcing her calm façade. “You negotiated the terms of this exchange.” She pointed out simply, “I am bound by the code to adhere to your…” she paused, trying to think of a word that didn’t make her skin crawl. “demands.”
“Good to hear.” Aria purred, “Let’s take a walk.” She stood and snapped her fingers, pointing her guards one way before strutting the other. Samara reluctantly followed, eyeing the patrons of Afterlife suspiciously. “So, you swore yourself to the girl scout back on Illium?”
“I did.” Samara agreed, wrinkling her nose at a pack of Vorcha milling about just outside the doors to the club. “Commander Shepard is a woman of remarkable integrity.”
“She’s got a stick up her ass, same as you.” Aria snorted. “So, you swore yourself to Shepard, which means you do what she says instead of that dumbass code you Justicars worship, right?”
“We do not worship the code.” Samara said, indignant, “The Justicar order…”
“Yeah, great. Real fascinating.” Aria interrupted, waving a hand at her. “What I’m getting at here is that you have to do what Shepard says until her mission is done, and what she’s told you to do is obey me.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Lovely.” Aria grinned, leading her into a small, spartan room. “Take a seat, sweetheart.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
Samara scowled but eased herself down into the cold metal chair in the centre of the room, watching Aria warily as she tapped a few commands into her omni-tool. Metal clasps snapped closed around Samara’s wrists and ankles, locking her into place. “What is the meaning of this?” Samara growled, lighting herself up with biotic power to force her way out.
“Well I don’t really have any interest in having a stuck-up bitch wandering about my club ruining the mood.” Aria sighed, “Much less one that might try running off and interrupting my operations. What I need… is another body to bring in some revenue.”
“Body?”
“Whores, sweetheart.” Aria sighed, rolling her eyes. “I run every brothel on this station, own every pimp. It’s a nice, steady flow of credits and I’m willing to bet you’ll bring in quite few all by yourself.”
“You would not dare.” Samara hissed, straining against the clasps. “I will not do any such thing!”
“You have to, Shepard’s orders.” Aria laughed, “Though of course you could break your vow… but then there’d be no reason for me not to order every merc on my station to put a bullet in the bitch and her team’s heads, would there?”
“Release me!” Samara shouted, growing increasingly panicked as Aria brought up her omni-tool and tapped in a few commands. “What are you doing?!”
“Choosing your size.” Aria sighed. Samara roared and thrashed in her restraints all the more. Aria watched her scathingly, before rolling her eyes. “I’ll just give you the biggest implants on hand, how about that?”
There was a sharp prick in each of Samara’s wrists as needles extended from the shackles, she groaned weakly, letting out one last flash of biotic power before she slumped unconscious in the chair.
She blinked awake with a groan, hissing as the bright spotlight shone into her face.
“Morning, darling.” Aria’s voice cooed, a cold hand stroking over Samara’s crest. Immediately the Justicar jerked away from her, growling with disgust. “Don’t worry, you were only out for a few hours.”
“What have you done to me?” Samara demanded.
“Why don’t I just show you, sweetheart?”
Aria’s thumb slid over a button on a small plastic remote, she flashed a vicious grin before pressing down. Samara hissed, expecting pain, but none came. Instead a gentle vibration rolled through her body, making her frown in confusion. “What is this?” she demanded, confused, “What have you done to m…me?” she trailed off, letting out a soft groan as her breasts throbbed.
She was a matriarch, and a naturally well-endowed one at that, as long as she’d lived her breasts had been eye-catching, often to an irritating degree. Now they were growing larger. She hissed with discomfort as the soft blue flesh swelled beneath her suit, adding perhaps another cup size to her bust.
Her shock faded and she growled, eyes locking with Aria’s. “Your perversion will not go unpunished.”
Aria smirked mutely and pressed the button again.
Another throbbing hum rolled through Samara's body, making her groan again as the vibrations made her tremble. Her breasts throbbed and grew out again, her flesh beginning to strain against the suit, trying to escape through her low collar. “Stop this!” Another groan escaped her lips as the vibrations began to spread from her bust, her hips and rear beginning to tingle as her chest swelled. “Stop this at once!”
She squeezed her eyes shut as the vibrations grew, partly from the shame, partly because her body was being wracked with unwanted pleasure. The buzzing of her changing body was so intense it was as if she was being stroked by vibrators, pressing against her nipples, slipping around her rear, making her cheeks darken with shame and arousal as her nethers began to grow damp.
“I… am a Justicar…” she said to herself, biting back a mewl of lust as Aria thumbed the button yet again, speeding up the process. Her breasts were pushing desperately against her suit now, soft, sensitive flesh spilling out as she kept growing. “I am a servant of… justice. I cannot be corrupted.”
“Mm hmm.” Aria hummed, pressing the button again for good measure.
“Oh… g… goddess.” Samara whimpered, eyes snapping open as the throbbing in her chest flared. “My… breasts!” her nipples were diamonds as they pressed relentlessly against her suit, the bulletproof fabric already stretched as far as it would go. The tingling of her rear had reduced her to a sopping mess already, and now her hips ached as they too fought to be free of the suit. “M… my boobs!”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Aria teased.
“Stop it! stop my boobs growing!” Samara whined, straining in her seat. “It hurts!”
“Your suit won’t stretch much further.” Aria agreed, admiring her trembling titflesh.
“S… stop it, take them out… my boobs hurt!” Samara pleaded.
“I’d have to touch them to take them out, Justicar.” Aria cooed, feigning reluctance.
“J… just this once.” Samara mumbled, “You can touch my boobs once.”
“If you’re sure.” Aria grinned, reaching down and grabbing each fleshy orb, squeezing her firmly. Samara moaned, nibbling her lower lip as she was kneaded by Aria’s long purple fingers. Her soft whimpers of delight making her cheeks burn with shame. She was a Justicar, she was a matriarch. Her purpose was to use her might to conquer the unjust, she’d been trained for decades to close herself off from the world, to ignore worldly pleasures, and now her boobies were growing and making her feel so good!
Aria finally tore her suit open with a flash of biotic energy, baring her body from her swelling chest to the sopping mess of her cunt. Samara let out a soft, delighted coo of relief and smiled down at her new assets.
“My boooooobs.” She mewled as Aria toyed with her fat new udders. “Feels good!”
“Want them bigger?” Aria asked, grinning cruelly as her fingers tugged on Samara’s nipples.
“Like… I dunno.” Samara mumbled, screwing up her face. She felt so heavy and slow, the pleasure rolling through her changing body was making it so hard to think. “I… my boobies are already super big.”
“Not big enough.” Aria grinned, thumbing the button immediately. Samara moaned, eyes fluttering as she trembled, her tits swelling again. She pulled against the cuffs, arching her back as she climaxed, her ragged breathes making her new assets bounce and jiggle.
“Feels so good!” She squealed, “Gimme more!”
Another button press, another slutty moan from Samara.
“More! More, more more!”
She squealed one last time as Aria pushed down and kept her thumb on the button. The pulses crashing through the once proud and stoic Justicar blurring into a single orgasmic haze. Samara sobbed as she came again, eye crossing as her mind snapped at long last. It felt so good it almost hurt. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t make more than animalistic grunts of orgasmic bliss, it didn’t matter anymore. The woman known as Samara was dead, her mind fractured by mind melting pleasure, in her place, a new creature sat, twitching and panting in the chair.
Aria sighed and slapped her cheeks, before pushing her head back and holding her eyes open. She let out a quiet sniff of satisfaction as the Justicar’s eyes crossed stupidly, her tongue lolling from her new beestung lips and sending a thin string of her spit dangling down to her new udders.
“You still in there?” she asked, snapping her fingers in front of Samara’s face, making the ex-Justicar blink with confusion.
“Uh huh.”
“You remember your name?”
“Nuh uh.”
“Alright I think that’s as much as you can handle for today.” Aria sighed, unclasping her restraints and pushing her roughly onto the floor. “Come!” She barked in a tone aggressive enough to make Samara take notice and crawl after her.
-o-o-o-
“Pay attention!” Aria barked, bringing her riding crop swishing through the air against Candy’s fat ass with a sharp smack and an even sharper squeak of pain from her newest whore.
The woman who had once been Samara pouted with fat, pink-painted lips, her dull, lifeless eyes blinking at Aria in confusion. It was amazing what a woman could accomplish with a few hours and a finely tuned whore-making business. Anyone who had known Samara that morning would have seen nothing in her new self that would yield even a spark of recognition. Not the hot-pink lipstick, the goofy smile, the glassy eyes, certainly not her new artificial figure. The only exception were Samara’s biotic stabilisers, now spray-painted the same pink as her lips had been glazed with.
The two flesh footballs hanging from her chest heaved as she moved, barely constrained by a single leather strap hiding her nipples. Long fingers played absently with her collar, tugging at the pink fabric of the jacket draped loosely over her shoulders, opened wide around her protruding tits.
Aria smiled hungrily to herself, watching the flesh of Candy’s bubble-butt jiggle well after her strike had landed, the blue skin left exposed through the holes of her fishnet tights. “What is your name?” she demanded, snarling up at the taller woman she’d ruined.
“Like, my name’s Candy, miss Aria.” Candy bubbled, delighted at being asked a question she could answer for once.
“And what do you do, Candy?”
“I only do what you tell me, miss Aria.” Candy sang, clapping excitedly. “I’m, like, super excited!”
“Good,” Aria purred, running a finger over Candy’s drooling slit and grinning as her new Bimbo fucktoy cooed. “Because there’s a very nice group of Vorcha who would like to spend some time with you.”
“Ooooh!” Candy gasped, wide eyed. “Will they be my friends?”
“Only if you do what they say.” Aria smiled, “So go out there, give them a nice big smile, and try not to mention the smell.”
“Yes, Miss Aria!” Candy grinned, bouncing with glee and sending her whole enhanced body bobbing and jiggling. She turned and sashayed away, the gorgeous globes of her ass wiggling in her fishnets, her plastic chest warmers bobbing with every step.
She disappeared out of sight and Aria sighed, retreating to her couch and bringing up the security feed of the ghetto beneath Afterlife. She smirked as the ex-Justicar giggled and waved hello to the pack of Vorcha, only to squeak with confusion as all five of the walking vermin began to inspect the merchandise.
Any confusion or indignation at being groped faded from Candy’s mind as quickly as Samara’s sanity had faded just hours earlier, all it took was a cock waved under her nose. Aria could barely contain her sadistic delight at seeing the Justicar guzzle down Vorcha cockmeat like a seasoned pro. Her stupid little eyes crossing as the others plugged her cunt and butt with their cocks. The bitch had been a Justicar what, six hundred years? Aria probably shouldn’t have been surprised at how eagerly the old cunt threw herself at cock now she’d been broken of her inhibitions and that ridiculous code.
She sighed, immensely pleased with herself, before her omni-tool lit up.
Her smile faded quickly, replaced with a business-like scowl as she opened the channel. “Miss Morinth, I take it my present has arrived?”
“Unwrapped and enjoyed.” The maiden purred, toying with a strand of red hair from the head nestled against her chest. “My mother?”
“Entertaining some vorcha.” Aria replied, smiling. Morinth’s grin was toothy and humourless, in the background of her image a soft whimper echoed. Aria swallowed and adjusted herself in her seat. “Did you kill Shepard?” she asked slowly.
Morinth chuckled and yanked the red-haired head up into frame. Shepard’s expression was blank, tears had sent her mascara running down her cheeks. She was panting and trembling but was still alive at least. “Not yet.” Morinth sighed, “I think I might have broken her though. She was screaming and fighting when I took the Cerberus bimbo, but after the Quarian croaked she just shut off.” She sighed and dropped Shepard’s head back into her lap.
“Well.” Aria said, forcing a carefree smile. “I’m glad you’ve enjoyed yourself. Now I expect you’ll uphold your end of our bargain?”
“Sure.” Morinth sighed, “I’ll stop eating your people. There’ll be plenty of meals in the slums, even if they’re not nearly as delicious.” Aria nodded.
“Good to hear.” She glanced up at her club and smiled. “I’ll send any of Shepard’s cronies that show up looking for her down to you.”
“Oh, don’t bother. We’ll be inviting them all down to join us ourselves, won’t we?” Morinth giggled, forcing Shepard’s head up again and pressing a kiss onto her open mouth. If Shepard had heard her, she didn’t show it, just staring into space as Morinth cackled and made out with her. “If you do have any… problem employees, please do send them my way.” She grinned finally, pushing Shepard aside. “Oh, and I’ve got some corpses to get rid of, any recommendations on where to put them?”
“Find a furnace.” Aria said flatly, “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.” She cut the line and fell back in the couch, letting out a low, unsettled sigh.
“Fucking freak.”
She pinched her brow before sighing and bringing up the feed of Samara’s escapades. Goddess knows she needed a distraction from the nutcase lurking in her station’s underbelly. She smiled slightly as the feed appeared and slipped a hand down between her legs.
Samara was face-down on the ground, tongue lolling out against the grimy metal as two vorcha hammered away at her fat ass. Apparently Vorcha stamina was even more pathetic than their mental capacity, because three of the group were already wandering off, loads splattered over Samara’s face and udders.
The bitch was enjoying herself, at least. Slurping whatever spunk hadn’t been blown over her off the floor with mindless enthusiasm. Aria could see the ripple of her synthetic-stuffed ass with every thrust, how her plastic tits kept her balanced precariously off the floor. Aria had made a lot of whores in her time, but Samara might just have been her magnum opus. The pinnacle of mind-fucked, silicon-stuffed, brain-broken cock-sleeves.
Aria bit back a mew as her fingers slipped between her petals, watching the single-minded bliss on Samara’s face as the vorcha finished inside her, wandering aimlessly away and leaving her, ass-up and leaking cum in the alleyway. The ruined bimbo rolled onto her side and finished herself off, scooping off-white sperm into her mouth greedily and giggling as the cool omega air played over her naked, sweaty flesh.
“S… someone go grab the bitch… outside on the lower level.” Aria groaned, waving her free hand vaguely in the direction of her guards. “Hose her off and put her with the others.”
“Yes, Aria.”
As what was left of Samara was dragged away, Aria came, sighing with satisfaction knowing that she’d eliminated the threats of Morinth, Shepard and all her little friends with only a set of expanding implants and a sexually repressed Justicar.
