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The war was over and peace reigned.  Across the galaxy, the various races and nations of the Milky Way worked to rebuild what was lost.  Omega was no different.  Though the pirate asteroid had suffered greatly under a Cerberus occupation, it had little trouble getting back on its feet following its liberation.  The mercenary gangs played their part in restoring the old power balance but no one was more owed to than the Queen herself.  Aria T’Loak had long ruled the outpost with an iron fist and the new era was no different.  If any group or individual got out of line, she was quick to crack the whip and reign them in.  Aria was merciless but fair to her people as she supervised the debauchery of the lawless territory from atop her perch at Afterlife.  Ultimately, her role required minimal input in the day to day running of her “Kingdom”.  This enabled Aria to pick up many hobbies in her spare time.  Her thousand year lifetime had seen her master a plethora of skills.  But her interests in the bedroom remained quite secretive and peculiar.

Aria was an asari.  The race known for beauty and grace was blessed with many qualities with which to seduce individuals of any race or gender.  Aria herself had a vibrant past of lovers and flings.  She didn’t rise from lowly dancer to Queen without getting her hands dirty.  But now that she was at the top, she could be a bit more selective with her partners.  Aria demanded only the best from her partners as much as her henchmen.  And she tended to be rather exclusive.  Aria could swing both ways when she wanted to, but she happily admitted to herself that she much preferred lovers whose bodies more closely reflected the characteristics of her own form.  There was something about the curves of the female anatomy that drove her wild.  But in spite of her infatuation with other women, Aria had a bit of a curiosity to her.  Though asari had all the parts necessary to enjoy pleasures of the flesh, they could only be receivers in such exchanges.  Though they could mate with anyone, there was one set of actions asari could never participate in without mechanical attachments.  And so, with no war or politics to consume her focus, Aria dispatched some tacit resources into more elicit studies in search of a possible means of exploring a previously forbidden aspect of coitus.  There were black markets for anything on Omega and soon the request was filled.  A small parcel was delivered to Aria with scarcely a word said.  When she opened it, a bright light illuminated her dark face markings.  Aria smiled.  She had what she was looking for.  She just needed a subject to try it out on.  And she only accepted the best.

Lt Commander Ashley Williams journeyed to Omega frequently in the days after the war.  It wasn’t her most favorite place to be.  She was far from experienced in the ways of the seedy underworld but her duties demanded she make her presence known.  She was a spectre and the lawless territory required her attention.  As she chewed her way through some grunts of a renegade Blood Pack company, she received a ping on her omnitool.  The current firefight was hardly a challenge and she actually managed to read the message whilst trading fire with a pair of nearsighted vorcha.  The text was short and to the point.  Meet me at Afterlife.  T’Loak.   Ashley was confused.  She had only a tangential relationship with the de facto ruler of Omega.  She knew that Commander Shepherd had worked with Aria in the past, but Ashley had only spoken to the asari leader a handful of times in passing.  Nevertheless, the human soldier understood better than to refuse a request from the gangster, and as soon as she had finished off the last of the Blood Pack criminals, she made her way to the sleazy nightclub.  She found no guards barring her way as she headed inside and crossed the dancefloor.  Ashley grimaced as asari and human women danced for the entertainment of males of several races.  The Lt Commander hated places like this.  In the height of technological development, women still sold themselves and men ate it up.  She also didn’t understand why T’Loak, whom she saw as a woman herself, would stand by and watch the whole charade from on high.  Ashley grumbled something to herself as she climbed the stairs to Aria’s private lounge.  There were only a few guards present but they quickly dispersed.  Ashley figured that whatever the crime boss wanted to discuss was probably pretty juicy if she would be willing to be left alone with a heavily armed visitor.  Ashley stopped a few paces away from the queen’s couch and gazed at her host.  Aria was sitting cross legged in her usual white jacket and tight black bodysuit.  The asari had a slim purple drink in her hand and she seemed to be studying the human soldier intensely.  Ashley couldn’t help but respect her host for being able to maintain such a sensual figure despite her centuries of age.  Ashley suppressed a blush as she thought of her own appearance.  She was still wearing her blue battle armor which remained partially stained in blood from her previous fight.  The spectre had removed her helmet and held it in her left hand.  Ashley had taken to letting her hair down in the years since the destruction of the Normandy SR1.  She claimed it was easier to maintain this way, but it was a lie.  She had been hoping to attract a husband before her years of youth abandoned her.  Often she would wear a more form fitting uniform when in civilized settings.  But Omega was far from civilized and she would remain in armor at all times.

Mustering her courage, Ashley began, “Aria, always a pleasure.  What is it I can do for you?”

The asari smiled and replied, “Oh no, spectre.  There is something I wish to do for you today.  I have something I wish to show you.  If you’re interested…”  

Ashley paused.  She knew that every word she spoke would be carefully examined and she had to be cautious.  After a few moments, she asked, “What is this about?  I’m not one to turn away your hospitality, but I must know what the catch is before we proceed.”  

Aria laughed in an intoxicating mirth.  She answered, “No catch.  I have discovered an illegal substance that I think you may wish to track the origin of.  I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”  

Ashley thought for a moment and pondered.  Could she be talking about Red Sand?  It’s hardly uncommon enough for a big time boss like herself to care about.  This must be something even bigger.  I better find out more.   Ashley cleared her throat and replied, “Very well.  You have my interest.  Show me.”

Aria smiled, “Please, follow me.”  The asari unfolded her legs and got to her feet.  She motioned for the human to accompany her as she proceeded through a set of doors that exited the establishment.  Ashley complied and soon both women had left Afterlife entirely.  They didn’t have to travel far and soon were in a large apartment that the spectre could only assume belonged to T’Loak.  Part of Ashley felt honored that she would be seeing a part of the rogue queen’s life that few others might.  However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.  After passing through a few more doors, the pair arrived in a large room that appeared as if it might be a stable for several animals.  There were nearly a dozen glass pens along each wall.  Though the glass was tinted to conceal anything within, the sterile nature of the chamber indicated it was yet to be in use.  Aria turned around and faced her guest with a flourish and declared, “Here we are.”

Ashley surveyed the suspicious room and inquired, “Where are we exactly?”

Aria smiled and explained, “This is my laboratory of sorts.  I have lots of free time and I have a few hobbies that I’m working on at the moment.”

The human felt goosebumps rise on the back of her neck and decided it was best not to pry too deeply.  Ashley nodded slightly and asked, “Ok, then.  What was it you wanted to show me?”

The asari placed her palms together and replied, “We’ll get to that.  But first, I’d ask that you disarm.”

Ashley was in shock.  She wasn’t sure exactly how to respond and sputtered, “Disarm?  That’s… that’s not going to happen.  I should have known better than to trust you.”

Aria sighed, “My sweet maiden, I am offering you quite the gift.  But it seems you can’t quite see that yet.  So we shall do things the hard way.”  The crime lord pressed a button on her omnitool and the door behind Ashley immediately locked.

The Lt Commander grimaced and announced, “You shouldn’t have done this.  Least of all without your goons.  I’m not some rookie here.”  Ashley reached over her shoulder to draw her rifle, but her hand never managed to grasp the weapon.  Her muscles strained but she found that she couldn’t extend her reach further.  Ashley gasped when she noticed how the air around her had taken on a bluish glow.  

Aria smirked as she enacted the stasis field.  The human was trapped in place, unable to move.  The asari confidently stepped closer as a simultaneous warp wore down her enemy’s shielding.  Ashley may have thought she was tough, but Aria had several human lifetimes of knowledge of how to fight dirty.  The spectre felt her shields deplete and sputter out of existence.  Her breathing stiffened as Aria moved to within a few inches away.  The asari was grinning as she drew a small dart from her pocket.  Ashley tried to resist as the black gloved hand closed in on her neck, but she was still paralyzed from the stasis attack.  Aria placed her free hand on Ashley’s cheek and shushed her, “It’s alright, dear.  I promise, you will enjoy what is to come.  And you should feel honored to be the first.”

Ashley, her eyes filled with terror, gasped, “First of what?”  But then the dart struck her in the side of the neck and her vision faded until she passed out completely.

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When Ashley finally came to, she noticed two things that were different.  First, she was no longer standing under her own power.  She instead appeared to be lying on her back, strapped to a table of sorts.  Her arms and legs were both splayed to the sides and she was staring at the ceiling.  She wasn’t in the main area of the stable-looking room.  Instead she seemed to have been relocated to one of the individual pens.  Two of the walls of the small room were blacked out with glass tint and the human couldn’t see the contents of anything beyond her own twelve-by-twelve accommodation.  But all of these distressing truths paled in comparison to Ashley’s second discovery.  Her armor was gone.  She had been stripped down completely.  The soldier was completely nude.  Even her underwear and sports bra were missing.  Her ample bosom glowed in the bright light and flexed with each of her distraught breaths.  Her privates were fully exposed with her legs being forcibly pulled apart by her bindings.  Ashley’s labia were partially stretched by the pose and her womanhood sat on full display.  The soldier hadn’t really seen much use in sculpting her mound until recently and so a small crest of dark hairs sat just above her clit.  Though the room was being kept at a temperature so as to not discomfort the nude guest, Ashley felt goosebumps appear all over her skin at the recognition of her sorry predicament.  

“Comfortable?”  Ashley glanced to her side to see Aria leaning up against the side wall with a mischievous smile across her face.  

Ashley frantically strained against her bonds and spat, “What have you done?!  Let me go!!”  Though she thrashed about, the cords refused to budge.

The asari chuckled, “I’m afraid we’re past that.  You did agree to see what I wanted to show you.”

Ashley protested, “I didn’t want this!  Let me go, you pervert!”  Ashley continued to resist as the asari took a step towards her and extended a hand towards her face.

As the human captive winced, Aria gently stroked her brown locks and remarked, “I’m so glad you decided to change up your look.  While you were still attractive with a bun, you do appear so much more feminine with it down.  Human hair is most fascinating.”

Ashley recoiled and shouted, “Don’t touch me!”  But she was powerless to resist her captor’s explorations.  

Aria’s hands drifted lower and she commented, “Such strength in these muscles and yet helpless to win against me.  A pity you weren’t born with biotics.  Or with an asari’s lithe shape.  Still though, your rack is nothing to be ashamed of…”

Ashley clamped her eyes shut and grimaced as she felt Aria’s gloved hand stretch across her breasts.  The digits softly caressed her sensitive nubs and Ashley shuddered from the contact.  She had only ever attempted relations with another woman once during her drunk college years.  But she never even considered such closeness with an alien.  Even still, she couldn’t repress the feelings of arousal she was receiving from her captor’s manipulations.  A slight blush began to bloom in her cheeks as Aria delved lower.  

Aria remarked, “Such impressive abdominals… but I think the true prize lies further south…”  Ashley shook with resistance as Aria’s fingers glanced across her folds.  She sincerely wished that she could simply break free of her bonds and strangle the crime lord, but it would not be.  Instead, her body reacted differently.  Aria was a master at manipulating females and a smirk crossed her lips as her pet began to grow damp under her attentions.  The asari sighed, “That’s a good girl.  You may claim you hate this, but your body says otherwise.  I must say, your flower is quite lovely.  To have a human reach your age and still be so taut is impressive.  I dare say, you must be quite inexperienced, or your partners have been rather unimpressive…  Or perhaps you simply fancy a different flavor of lover as I do…”

Ashley growled back, “I’m nothing like you!  You’re a criminal and you’re depraved!  Don’t even consider us alike.”  She sought to inject as much venom into her words but she knew she could only resist so much.

Aria withdrew her hands and Ashley gasped in relief.  The asari returned to her prisoner’s head and stared down at her.  Aria stated, “You’re right.  We are not alike.  I think you may yet be even more depraved than me.  Shall we find out?”  Aria turned away and walked over to a small table that sat in the corner of the room.

Ashley frantically glanced at her host’s back and demanded, “What are you doing?  What do you want?”  

Aria spun around with a mischievous grin on her face and a syringe in her hand.  The capsule glowed with a strange blue liquid and Ashley’s eyes went wide in fear.  Aria announced, “This was the illegal substance that I wanted to show you.  It proved rather tricky to locate, but I think it may yield some impressive results.  Are you ready?”

Ashley pleaded, “Stop!  Aria, please!  Whatever you’re thinking, stop!  I’m a spectre, I can help you!”

The queen of Omega approached and smiled, “Yes, you can help me.  I am most interested in what shall occur when the serum is appropriately applied…”  Ashley thrashed in her bonds and screamed but it was all in vain.  She could not escape and she couldn’t change the mind of her tormentor.  Aria positioned herself between the human’s spread legs and aimed for the woman’s clitoris.  Ashley’s love-button had already been drawn out of its hood by the asari’s sensual manipulations and stood ready to receive the vile drug.  Ashley managed one last shriek before the needle pierced her flesh and injected its corrupting substance.  The pain lasted only a moment before the procedure was complete and Aria withdrew.  Tears streaked down Ashley’s face not from discomfort but the shame of how thoroughly she’d been violated.  She could barely see her own groin over her breasts and stomach but searched for any sign of further trespassing.  Seemingly content, Aria retreated fully and placed the empty syringe on the nearby table.  She then took her place again between her captive’s legs and announced, “Now we wait.  I am very curious how your body will react…”

Ashley groaned, “You’re a monster…”

Aria cut her off, “Shhh, it’s starting, my dear…”  Ashley felt a heat rising in her core and a subtle itch begin to develop in her neithers.  She couldn't fully see what was occurring, but she could feel it.  It was like a terrible itch that could never be scratched.  Her muscles ached and her mind fogged over as her internal organs realigned.  But the transformation wasn’t only on the inside.  Ashley detected a stretching sensation and felt a throbbing in her clit.  The organ seemed to have a life of its own and reacted without her consent.  Ashley watched in horror as the small bump of flesh grew until it protruded far beyond the rest of her privates.  It became long and cylindrical as it came to resemble a different structure entirely.  The spectre could hardly believe her eyes more than her own nerve endings.  There was no doubt what had occurred, only how.  The human’s pearl had completely transformed into a device of the opposite sex.  Ashley’s new dick extended nearly four inches in length from its base atop her vagina.  She had developed no testicles but the limp prick extending above her folds was a clear indication of definitive change.

Ashley eyed her new member and coughed, “That’s not possible!  What did you do?!”

Aria was beside herself with glee and giggled, “Yes!  It worked!  It worked so spectacularly!  This is beyond expectations!”

Ashley bemoaned, “It can’t be!  I… I… I’m an abomination!”

Aria glanced at her pet with concern and corrected, “Oh, no, my dear.  You are quite the opposite.  I’ve given you a great gift!”

Ashley’s mouth was agape and she asked, “What?!  How is this a gift?!”

Aria explained, “Asari have long experienced the joys of being both father and mother, but humans have never done so.  Now, you can have that… assuming that it’s all fully functional…”

Ashley’s eyes went wide as she sputtered, “You mean I could get someone pregnant with this… this thing?!?!

Aria shrugged, “Well theoretically.  The serum was supposed to give you all the necessary plumbing to do so, at least on the inside.  I didn’t want any pesky balls hanging in the way of your delicious cunt.  Ofcourse, you’d need a fertile womb to receive any spunk you produce in order to actually make a baby.  We’ll get there eventually.  You’re just a prototype right now…”

“A prototype?!  What kind of sick person does this to someone?!  And you actually mean to do this to more people?!?!”  Ashley glanced at her captor with utter perplexion.  

Aria smiled, “We’re getting ahead of ourselves.  We should first see whether your penis is fully operational.  If you don’t mind…”

The human shook her head frantically and spat, “No!  Absolutely not!  I demand you remove it immediately!  Get this thing off me, now!!!”

Aria giggled, “I can’t do that.  It’s a part of you now.  There’s no way to go back, and I don’t think you actually want that anyway.  Right?”

Ashley’s breath caught in her throat as she heard the asari’s words.  She tried to disagree with the statement.  She tried to state that she hated her new appendage and wanted it gone, but the words never formed in her mouth.  Instead she sputtered, “I… no… it’s…”

Aria took a step forward and gently caressed the woman’s inner thigh.  Ashley shuddered from the contact and tried to glance away.  Even though she had shut her eyes, the human could feel the blood gathering in her groin.  She didn’t want to open her eyes.  It would only confirm what she was already feeling.  She heard a pair of purple lips whisper seductively in her ear, “You really should watch.  It’s even bigger now.  It’s most impressive.  You should be proud…”

Ashley tentatively opened her eyelids and gazed down at her crotch.  Sure enough the prick had swollen with lustful intent and grown in both length and girth.  It now stood up straight like a soldier on parade.  But any sense of patriotic duty was lost on the captive Lt Commander as her mind was filled with a dramatic conflict.  On one hand, she desperately wanted this to all be a bad dream that she would soon wake up from and find her womanhood intact and uncorrupted.  On the other, there was only one thing she hysterically wanted to do.  A fire burned within her loins and there was only one way to satisfy it.  Ashley’s mind began to muddle as one side slowly took over the other due to the vibrant lust billowing up within her.  Her muscles began to twitch uncontrollably within her bonds.  She clamped her eyes shut as a final effort to avoid witnessing herself in such a depraved state.  The human’s thighs jiggled as if trying to find something to rub against.  Her chest heaved and her boobs shook with each breath.  Finally, as lust overtook her better judgment, she begged, “Please…”

Aria grinned in victory and replied, “Please, what?  What would you like, my dear?”

Ashley kept her eyes shut in embarrassment and whispered, “I need release.  Please…”

But Aria refused to give in so easily.  She took a step back and crossed her arms.  The asari smugly remarked, “I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.  I do want to help you but unless you ask clearly…”

Ashley’s eyes shot open and fixed upon her tormentor.  Her throbbing sword had completely consumed her thoughts and she pleaded, “My cock!  Please let me stroke it!  Please let me jack off!”  

The asari, somewhat surprised by how easy it had been to corrupt a stalwart soldier like Williams, stood silently for a moment before a cruel thought crossed her mind.  She pompously announced, “I will only help you, if you swear yourself to me.  Acknowledge me for what I am to you.  And declare what you are.”

Ashley’s mind was a race.  Part of her psyche frantically held on to her previous life, the other rushed headlong into a new depraved existence.  The latter eventually won out.  The pressure on her throbbing prick was too much in the end.  Her face broke out into a demented smile and she vowed, “I swear it, mistress!  I am your slut to do with as you wish!  Please, mistress!  Let me jack off!”

Aria smiled in victory and pressed a button on her omnitool.  Ashley’s arm restraints came loose and the human leaned forward faster than the asari imagined she would.  The broken spectre’s hands were around her penis within a second and furiously pumping the next.  Ashley’s eyes went crossways as she blissfully indulged in the self pleasuring.  She stroked up and down with all her strength and her chest heaved with each movement.  The woman dripped with sweat as she tirelessly pursued her end goal.  The thick rod in her hands burned hot and her cunt below it began to drip secretions across the floor.  Aria needed to add nothing more as she watched her new slave increase her maniputaions in the quest for climax.  Ashley’s tongue drooped out of her mouth and spit drizzled onto her jiggling breasts.  Her old life and duty were forgotten.  All that mattered was achieving the ever closing orgasm.  Aria saw the corrupted woman’s session coming to a triumphant close.  She herself was experienced enough to know when both sexes were drawing near to ecstacy.  Another sick thought crossed the asari’s mind and she took a position over Ashley’s shoulder.  The former soldier was too lost in her own lust to notice the presence of her mistress but felt a strong grasp on the back of her neck just before her erect penis decided to erupt.  Ashley’s head was forced forward at the same time that her throbbing prick spurted several ropes of white cum upward into her own face.  Aria was careful to avoid being struck by the discharge but made sure that her new plaything got a taste of her own ejaculate.  Ashley was struck in the cheeks, mouth, and eyes.  Several of the lines of cum landed on her luxurious mammaries and playfully decorated them.  Before this imprisonment, she had hated taking loads in the face, but something seemed to have changed or broken within her.  She smiled in glee as her cock slowly ended its cum shot.  Her face was plastered with jizz and she was partially blinded but she still seemed overcome with joy.  She happily gathered up what she could with her tongue and even scooped the sperm with her free fingers to make sure she could acquire it all before greedily swallowing the spew.  

Aria took a step back from her experiment as the mind-broken warrior proceeded to continue pleasuring herself by sticking several cum covered fingers into her sopping cunt and digging around.  Aria made a mental note to start Williams on a set of birth control medications.  She doubted the human would care or even understand what was occurring at this point, but the queen of Omega wanted to make sure to keep this particular subject as part of a control group.  As enticing as it was to let nature take its course, she would relegate self impregnation to another time.  One thing was certain as Aria left the room and flicked a switch to drown her first capture in darkness while she continued to frantically masturbate, the queen was going to need more subjects to test on.  These would have to take a variety of forms, but Aria had one rule.  She demanded the best.  And the best she would acquire.

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“I can’t believe this opportunity!”  Diana Allers mouthed to herself as she stepped off the transport at the docks of Omega.  She’d received the invite for a private interview with the resurgent Queen of the mining colony herself no more than a week previous.  Though she was apprehensive about visiting such a lawless sector of the galaxy, she couldn’t turn down the chance to take her reporting career to the next level.  Though her time aboard the Normandy during the Reaper War had caused her to skyrocket in terms of popularity, a chance to do some real investigative journalism was truly the follow-up step.  Diana still wasn’t entirely sure why Aria’s people had reached out to her but she wasn’t stupid enough to say no.  The chief pirate of Omega was an enigma to much of the larger galactic community.  While many homeworlds and colonies had struggled to rebuild in the aftermath of the Reaper threat, Aria’s rule seemed an especially profitable and equitable one.  Rarely did the news speak of excessive hardship amongst the eezo mines.  Certainly there were those that had less than others, but Aria seemed to have found a way to reward her workers fairly and unrest at her rule was unheard of.  Diana was determined to find out if this was truly the case or merely a smokescreen that the Terminus Systems put forth to the greater civilizations.  As Diana strode cautiously up to Afterlife, she commented to herself, “No doubt, Aria intends to command this conversation and propagandize.  I have to remain strong.”  The reporter had elected to dress more conservatively than her usual broadcasts.  She admitted that she could be an airhead at times, but wasn’t a fool in the face of all that Omega had to offer.  She had shed her usual white and black dress she’d become famous for during her appearance on Battlespace .  Instead she’d opted for a standard jumpsuit that, while snug, showed less skin and somewhat muffled her imposing rack.  Still, Diana could feel the stares of strangers as she ascended the steps leading up to the nightclub.  She knew what she might face inside; drunk mercenaries, various lowlifes, and oodles of scantily clad strippers.  Diana had made it no secret that she fancied both sexes but she vowed to focus on this mission.  She was here for business, not pleasure.  How wrong her assumptions were…

Before Diana could pass through the automatic doors into Afterlife, an annoyed looking Batarian stepped into her path and declared, “Diana Allers, I’m Bray, one of Aria’s people.  She’s asked that I escort you to her directly.  You may have expected to interview her at Afterlife but the schedule’s changed.”

Diana was hesitant in the face of the imposing alien’s statement but she’d done her research.  Bray was a known associate of the pirate lord and could be trusted to carry out her will.  The reporter was less worried about the appearance of Aria’s aide and more about the change in venue.  She inquired, “I was promised an interview in a public setting.  Is your master intending to short-change me?”  

Bray hesitated before responding, “Aria simply prefers a more comfortable setting.  She figured it would make things easier for your lighting and acoustics.  Now please… follow me.”

Diana wasn’t too thrilled with the answer but vowed to make up for the off-footing later in the interview.  She promised herself that she would not be manhandled.  She’d gone toe-to-toe with the great Commander Shephard, or so she’d told herself.  The reporter was confident that she could handle a lowly pirate.  How wrong she was.  The journey to Aria’s private residence was easy enough.  Bray piloted the skycar efficiently and they arrived at the exclusive landing pad without incident.  What Diania did find perplexing was how her omnitool lost connection as soon as she’d entered the vehicle.  And once the batarian had parked the car and motioned for her to head inside the isolated loft, she tried several times to establish an extranet connection without success.  Diana reminded herself that she wasn’t here to spy but to interview.  She thought absentmindedly, So I can’t snitch on Aria’s secret hideout after all.   Bray waited outside as Diana pressed into the apartment and passed down a corridor without much care in the world.  She hadn’t brought her full camera-drone as it was too bulky for the long-distance trip and would be forced to rely on the camera in her omnitool.  Still, Diana was partially relieved when she arrived at the apartment’s lounge and saw Aria sitting on a comfy loveseat examining a datapad.  Diana sighted the crime-boss and exclaimed, “Ah, Aria.  Thank you for agreeing to this!”

But the pirate seemed less enthused and bitterly replied, “Yes, yes.  Take a seat and we can begin.”

Diana hurried to sit in the chair opposite the queen and forwardly asked, “Is everything alright?  You seem distracted…”

Aria put down the datapad and explained, “Oh, just some gang revolts.  Nothing to worry about… and nothing that concerns our meeting here.  I am very glad you decided to come.”

Diana instantly regretted that she didn’t have her equipment recording yet and frantically got it working before she said, “Uh, yes.  Thank you for the invite, Aria.  I’m sure my watchers would be most interested in hearing about how Omega has flourished since your ousting of General Petrovsky and the Cerberus occupation.  Perhaps you could start by talking about how it all began… Commander Shepard is a hot topic these days…”

Aria chuckled, “I’m sure she is.  The Commander has done much for the galaxy.  And Omega was no small part.  But I’m surprised at you, Allers.  Did you really come all the way out here to talk about things which you are already familiar with?”

Diana was unsure how to react and stammered, “Sorry, I don’t know what you mean.  I’m just trying to establish a baseline so that the audience has an origin point.”  

Aria smiled, “But I’m not talking to your audience.  I’m talking to you.  Is it not true that you had an affair with the good Commander during your time on the Normandy?” 

The reporter was totally unprepared for this turn of the conversation and mumbled, “The rumors of rival media firms are often fabricated.  I assure you that I have never had relations with the Hero of the Citadel.”

But Aira was set on keeping up her attack.  She asked, “But you did fancy her, yes?  I mean, who hasn’t?  Even I’ve thought about those crimson locks and bulging muscles on a lonely night or two…”

Diana sensed weakness and sought to exploit it.  But it was all a false opening.  The reporter eagerly inquired, “Ah, so you’ve been attracted to Shepard, yourself.  I imagine that’s been difficult given how the Commander has announced her engagement to Dr. T’Soni.  Are you admitting to a secret affair yourself?”  

Aria’s smile never left her face and Diana had to silently admit that her interview opponent was doing an excellent job at masking her emotions.  Though they seemed locked in a verbal tug-of-war, Diana thought for a moment that she was winning.  But Aria simply shrugged and admitted, “Alas, no.  Shepherd’s heart belongs to another and I would be a fool to try and sway her.  I’ve taken up another hobby instead.”

Diana could scarcely contain her excitement at the openness of her subject and pressed forward asking, “So you’ve found a way to entertain yourself in absence of romance?  I’d be most interested in hearing more about it…”

Aria’s smile sent chills down the reporter’s spine as she muttered, “Would you now?  I’d be more than happy to show you…”  The asari rose to her feet, her exquisite form dominating the small space of the apartment, and turned towards the back of the domicile.  Diana eagerly pursued her host as they approached a set of thick doors.  Aria stepped inside without a pause and Diana followed suit without thinking about safety, only the hunt for the story.  Diana allowed her omnitool to survey the entire room which she concluded was supposed to be some kind of stable or prison.  There were several pens of safety glass lining the walls.  All were transparent except for the closest to the door which the glass had been tinted to beyond opaque.  Diana waited for the host to explain things and Aria began, “I wouldn’t claim that I’ve abandoned romance entirely.  You might say that I’ve striven out in search of a higher form of love.  To perfect the art, as it were.”

Diana nodded along as if trying to get her subject to spill her secrets before the whole galaxy.  Though she didn’t have anything concrete yet, Allers was certain that this interview would sell like hot-cakes.  Aria was giving her all she needed.  She just needed a little bit more.  Diana decided to go for the kill and asked, “And this higher form of love … what is entailed with that exactly?”

Aira smiled and replied, “Well, it’s a bit unnatural and I can understand if you don’t want to see it…”

But Diana had come too far to chicken out now and protested, “But I do…”

Aria motioned to one of the empty pens and said, “Then follow me and I’ll show you.”  The crime-boss turned and entered the nearest glass room and waited for the reporter to follow her before she silently locked the door behind them.  Diana glanced around in curiosity until Aira motioned to the single piece of furniture inside and said, “Please, sit down.”

Diana eyed the curious contraption and remarked, “That looks like a surgical table, not a seat.”

Aria sighed, “Just sit down, please.  I promise to explain what I’ve been leading to if you do…”

Allers didn’t want to lose the fantastic opportunity when she was so close to the end of it.  Finally she relented and plopped her rump atop the edge of the strange looking seat with a frown on her face.  The situation was odd indeed but that certainly guaranteed an incredible scoop… didn’t it?  Diana’s features went from annoyed to frantic as, in the next moment, several mechanical arms sprouted from underneath the chair and grabbed hold of her wrists and ankles.  Diana screamed, “What is this?!  What are you doing?!”

Aria just smiled back, “I’m explaining my newest hobby and you’re going to be the newest addition to my collection!  You should feel honored.”

But Diana felt anything but and screamed, “You’re kidnapping me!  I thought it odd that my omnitool lost connection and now I…”  Her protests were muffled as Aria hit a button on her own device and a gag soon silenced the reporter’s complaints.

As the chamber drew quiet, Aria exhaled deeply and sighed, “There, that’s better.  Honestly, you should have seen all this coming.  It’s pretty clear that the studio didn’t pick you for your intellect.  This was obviously a trap.”  Diana’s eyes went wide as Aria reveled in her victory.  The queen took the opportunity to straighten out her white jacket and black jumpsuit before gazing at her prisoner lustily.  Aria remarked toward her captive, “A shame you didn’t wear that slutty dress you usually had on the net.  I bet you did it just to try and seduce Shephard, didn’t you?”  Diana tried to argue back through the fibrous gag but only succeeded in producing muffled moans.  Aria listened intently and sneered, “Yes, yes, I know you’re a whore.  But even whores can be improved…”  As the asari spoke in jest, she reached forward for the zipper on Diana’s bodysuit and began to pull it down.  The human woman squirmed in her bonds to no avail as the front of her costume was undone down to her groin.  Part of Diana now wished she had been wearing the provocative gown as, ironically, it would have been harder to remove from her.  But Aria was all smiles as the reporter’s chest and stomach became visible.  The queen brushed aside the flap of fabric so that all of Diana’s front could be viewed.  Her plentiful breasts struggled to be contained by her tight bra and her soft tummy twitched nervously as she panted through her gag.  Aria licked her lips at the scene but pressed further still.  She pulled the zipper down to its terminus and unveiled her captive’s panties to the cool air of the prison cell.  The pirate queen then took things a step further and yanked at the helpless maiden’s undergarments simultaneously.  The fabric of the reporter’s bra and underwear were strong but not strong enough for the asari’s biotically enhanced strength.  Diana shrieked in shock through her gag as all her assets became visible.  Aria was apparently as impressed with her handiwork as Diana was embarrassed because of it.  The asari studied her prey and remarked, “Still, though… your body is most impressive.  I don’t think I’ve seen human jugs that big that weren’t store-bought before.  You’d give many asari matriarchs a run for their money.  I guess that’s why your show was so popular on the extranet.  You and your Battletits… ”  

Diana mumbled into her gag, “OOHH, AAT’S OT IT!”  But the protests fell on deaf ears as Aria began the next section of her fun.  She retrieved a syringe full of glowing blue liquid and returned to her captive.

Aria smirked and Diana whimpered as the asari stated, “I vowed to give you the scoop and I will.  Your omnitool can record all of this, though I doubt you’ll wish it to ever air.  Not that you’d be able to send it back anyway…”  Diana’s body trembled with fright as the blue goddess took another step toward her.  Aria explained, “It won’t hurt you at all… in fact you’ll quite enjoy it.  It’s already proven successful on another lucky girl but I have a theory I’d like to test with you.  I need to find out if this serum affects women differently based on what they already have.  You’re quite a bit more endowed than my other guest… I wonder if you’ll end up more enhanced or less…”  Diana squirmed in her bonds and panted through her gag but could offer no real resistance as the tip of the needle drew closer to her privates.  The reporter’s fold appeared a bit loose though she’d clearly put effort into maintaining the trimmed landscape.  Aria eyed her captive’s groin and remarked, “You’ve seen quite some mileage down there.  I guess your girl’s what got you most of your best gigs.  Don’t worry, pet.  With any luck, this’ll give you another tool to work with and your poor worn-out snatch can have a rest.”

Diana screamed in terror as the syringe struck her poor clit and injected its strange contents inside her.  Tears leaked from the prisoner’s eyes when the needle withdrew moments later empty.  Aria smirked as her hostage slammed her eyes shut and tried to brace for the transformation.  The asari knew that Allers was not the hardened soldier that Williams was.  She would take to the stress of the situation harder and Aria hoped that her new toy’s previous sexual experience would make her easier to corrupt.  The bound human continued to writhe as the serum took its effect.  Though DIana had shut her eyes in an attempt to block out the terrifying sights, she couldn’t evade the unsettling sensations her body was undergoing.  She felt an odd stretching feeling in her clitoris as well as a gurgling shift in her internal organs.  She dared not open her eyes when the several minute long process abated.  

It was Aria’s excited voice that made Diana even more worried.  “Incredible!  It seems that my hypothesis was correct.  It isn’t counteracted by greater femininity!  It’s enhanced!”  The human woman felt odd things in her crotch but still refused to look.  Aria couldn’t seem to contain her joy though.  The asari marveled, “Most impressive.  I do wonder if you’ve ever seen one so large.  Given the state of your pussy, probably.  Then again, you are still soft right now…”  Aria glanced up at her captive’s face and frowned, “Silly pet.  You really should see for yourself.  You won’t be disappointed.”

Diana summoned as much courage as she could and slowly opened her eyes before glancing down.  Her tummy was the same soft, almost pudgy structure as before, but just beyond it was a sight that made Diana want to scream.  Her unfortunate pearl had been transformed and swollen several times in terms of length and girth.  Rather than a small concealable love-button, the human woman had developed a man’s penis rooted just above the top of her labia.  It flopped over under the force of gravity and rested between her spread legs.  SHe could actually feel the shaft resting over the top of her folds as if she had been trying to hide the unnatural rod between her thighs.  Diana moaned in grief and thrashed in her bonds.  The motion, though it failed to free her, caused her exposed breasts to jiggle lewdly and her new dick to sway around limply.  As heartbreaking as her imprisonment and modification was, Diana was even more frightened by the grin on her captor’s face.

Aria examined the extra organ on her plaything and remarked, “Eight inches while flaccid is remarkable.  Miss Williams’ was only four.  I’m interested in seeing how big it becomes when it's hard, but I suppose I owe it to you to answer a few questions.  If you promise not to scream, I will ungag you.  It won’t do you any good and it’ll only make me cross.  Can you promise me that, my dear?”

Diana stared back at her torturer in fear but managed to swallow the excess spit in her mouth before slowly nodding.  Aria smiled and pressed an interface on her omnitool.  The mechanical gag that had muted the human’s mouth retreated and Diana was able to manipulate her lips and tongue once more.  She had thought about lashing out once partially freed, but accepted that it would not be in her interests.  Instead she meekly asked, “Why did you do this to me?”  There was no inquiry about how.  Diana understood she lacked the technical knowhow to understand the mechanics of the serum.  All she wanted to know was the reason for her deforment.

Part of Aria seemed touched and almost considered the feelings of her prisoner.  But these notions of sympathy were quickly brushed aside as she replied, “Curiosity.  Asari truly are the perfect lifeform nature has created.  Capable of reproducing with any partner regardless of sex or species.  But what if the other races could be adjusted to have the same utility?  Think of the possibilities for repopulating the galaxy!”  Aria had lifted her hands into the air like some kind of triumphant politician.

Diana was perplexed and whispered, “You’re doing this out of humanitarianism?  To find a way to help the galaxy recover from the Reapers?  Then why not have some kind of volunteer study?  Why abduct me and potentially others just to test your drug?”

Aria saw the confusion on her pet’s face and shrugged, “Well, I might get to that point eventually.  First I have to iron out the kinks in the process.  Though I’d say it’s been very successful so far.  Wouldn’t you?”  Diana glanced down at her deformed genitals with her mouth agape but was unable to say anything.  Aria chuckled, “Speechless, I see.  Your predecessor believed I’d turned her into a monster, but you see things differently, don’t you Battletits ?”  The asari extended a lone gloved hand and gently stroked the inside of Diana’s thigh.  The reporter shuddered at the touch but not out of fear… out of desire.  Aria noted the reddening of her captive’s cheeks and stated, “You are a lover of both forms of humans.  I myself can only desire the fairer sex, but I can understand the appeal of someone so dim.  Look at you now!  The best parts of both!  Can you honestly say you aren’t pleased?”  Aria punctuated the point by looping a finger underneath her prisoner’s flaccid cock and flipping it up so that the meaty schlong flopped atop the maiden’s stomach with a dull thud.  Aria remarked, “Look at this impressive gift I’ve bestowed upon you!  I wonder if… no.  It must first be prepped.  Are you ready, my pet?”

Diana, her mind already drowning in self lust, mumbled, “Ready for what?”

Aria explained, “To try out this new toy?  I can get it going for you.  But you have to ask nicely.  Tell me what you want, my pet.”

Diana’s usually empty brain uttered the words that Aria wanted to hear.  “Please help me, mistress!”  And so the asari obliged by running her finger down the length of the reporter’s rod.  Diana shivered at the contact and exhaled deeply.  Aria deftly prodded the point at which male and female organs met.  The transition was seamless as if the unnatural combination was always meant to be.  Aria smiled and slowly inserted her gloved hand into Diana’s snatch.  The reporter squirmed in her bonds and moaned, “Yes, mistress!  Defile me more!”

Aria hushed her pet, “Contain yourself, slave.  I simply needed some moisture to get things going.  Thankfully, you already had some ready and waiting down here.  Such a good little slut.”  Diana smiled to herself content at the praise as Aria withdrew her hand.  The asari’s fingers were now coated in the human’s slick fluids and she made ready to firmly grasp the main event.  Diana squealed with joy as the blue woman picked up the fleshy rod and began to stroke it up and down.  Aria could feel the blood engorging the cock as she worked.  Personally, she wasn’t a fan of manipulating a typically man’s appendage, but she could make an exception for her work.  Diana’s mind was already lost as the sound of the asari’s rubber glove on the damp flesh filled the room.  Aria approached the whole process clinically and patiently waited for the penis to fully reach its full size and stiffness.  But even in the midst of her scientific approach, she’d become distracted.  The penis was a useful tool to the end of human procreation but Aria was more fascinated with her pet’s mammaries.  The asari was still puzzled as to how the bimbo had managed to acquire such a huge pair naturally without the corresponding waistline.  She was also enraptured with how the slut’s jugs jiggled with each stroke of her indecent third leg.

Diana panted and pathetically begged, “Mistress!  I think I’m ready!”  

Aira glanced down in shock to find that Diana’s cock had swollen massively and now stood out straight at a length of nearly a foot and a half.  Aria frantically released her grasp of the girthy fuckstick and pulled up her omnitool to take precise measurements.  She remarked, “Truly incredible.  No loss of femininity at all.  Still the useless slut as before… just enhanced to the corresponding degree.”

In the absence of the handjob Diana groaned, “Mistress, please don’t stop.  I need it!”

Aria smirked, “And you shall have it, my pet.  But I think it’s time you finished yourself off.  Are you ready?”

Diana nodded emphatically, “Yes, mistress!  Please!”  

Aria stepped back and smiled, “Then I shall grant you your request.  For I am a generous mistress.”  The asari pressed her omnitool and the restraints around Diana shifted.  The one’s around the human’s wrists rotated around her frame to pin her arms behind her back.  At the same time, the entire seat moved forward and drove the slut’s bulbous chest forward so that her head was drawn closer to her enormous prick.  Diana needed no encouragement and subsequently dipped her skull forward and took the tip of her own penis in her mouth.  Diana moaned as she arched herself forward to swallow as much of her own member as possible.  Aria only had to stand back and watch with glee as her new toy reveled in her self blowjob.  Various lewd sounds began to bounce around the cell as the former reporter tried to strangle herself with her own dick.  She began to cough and sputter, further lubricating the fleshy shaft.  Without her hands to stimulate the organ, Diana did the only thing she could and, like a cheap whore, sucked her own giant rod.  She had lost all sense of where she was, why she was there, and perhaps even who she was.  All that mattered was bringing her newfound genitals to climax.  She gave herself no warning and refused to slow down.  Aria smirked as Diana’s violent load erupted into her own mouth and the brunette coughed from the force of her own ejaculation.  She’d swallowed as much of the prick as possible and so was able to fill her own belly with the thick syrup.  Still, it swelled within her cheeks and dribbled across her mesmerizing tits.  She held herself upon her rod until her eyes flickered haphazardly and she slumped backwards unconscious.  The human’s cock slid out of her mouth as darkness took her and fell into the air still erect.  Aria examined the sight and grumbled, “Dumb bitch fucked herself unconscious and still wants more.  This won’t do at all.  My next guest will have to be less brainless.  And I think I’ll up the dose.  I’d be lucky to find another specimen as endowed as this one, but perhaps I can recreate it artificially.”  Aria glanced over her newest member of her research project.  Diana’s face and jugs were plastered with jizz and her breaths came in haphazard jerks powerful enough to make her teats wiggle from side to side.  Aria remarked, “I gave the first two too much agency.  I won’t be so reckless with the first one.  My control must be absolute.  Their bodies are mine to sculpt.  Their minds are mine to play with.  Sleep well, my newest pet.  Perhaps some day I’ll let you out to frolic with the others.  Until then, you will have to make do with yourself.  But I think that’ll work for you.”  Aria strode towards the entrance to the pen and opened the door before glancing back at the still unconscious Diana and sneering, “And don’t worry about your interview recording.  I’ll be holding on to that for a while.  If I do end up marketing the serum, I’ll need a tasty advertising campaign.”

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The mark of a master thief was not the achievement of never getting caught.  Any fool could evade the authorities for more than a few rotations, especially if their target was dim or their prize of low value.  The true symbol of success in the area of burglary was stealing the most prestigious quarries from the most dangerous enemies and living to tell the tale.  In this art, Kasumi Goto was the very best.  She’d pulled off the most daring capers from one end of the galaxy to the other.  She may have been known to some of the most deadly criminal gangs and even the rebuilt Citadel’s Special Tactics and Reconnaissance branch but she’d never been brought down before.  Even when Kasumi had gotten into some close scraps, she’d earned some powerful friends through the years and seemed to be overflowing with “get out-of-jail” free cards.  The months following the end of the Reaper War was an uncertain time for most people, but a vibrant era of opportunity for those with the skills to pursue success.  Granted, most citizens of the Milky Way were suffering, but Kasumi made sure to only take from those that could afford to lose.  Her time amongst the heroes of the galaxy forced a different approach to wealth acquisition and she made sure to give away as much as she could after every successful heist.  This most recent was planned to be no different.  Kasumi had visited Omega a handful of times during her time on the Normandy when the greatest threat to galactic security seemed only upstart pirate gangs and the elusive, shadowy Collectors.  The asian thief had even met the Queen of Omega once, but they hadn’t traded words as the asari seemed more interested in Kasumi’s more renowned ally.  The dark-haired maiden was eager to keep her contact with the pirate lord at the same minimal level as she prepared to rob her of something she held most dear.  Kasumi didn’t know what exactly she was attempting to burglarize as she’d only heard slight whispers amongst the criminal communities she rubbed shoulders with.  But the rumors that had reached her hood-covered ears were tantalizing beyond her ability to resist.  The idea that the famed Aria T’Loak had taken on a side project so interesting as to distract her from her day-to-day activities was too much to ignore.  Whatever the pirate queen had deigned to indulge in, be it a physical object of fascination or information worthy of trade, was sure to net a pretty penny on the black market.  There would be plenty of buyers willing to shell out for whatever could be recovered from the bowels of Aria’s self-proclaimed fortress.  The trick would be actually infiltrating and exfiltrating it.  

Kasumi’s trip to Omega was rather uneventful.  She used regular transport but registered under a false name of course.  She wore her usual jumpsuit complete with built-in armoring, though she preferred to not engage in direct combat.  The leather was comfortable and perfect for granting full range of mobility.  It was dark in color, save the gray padding that hugged her lithe form.  But more important was the tech that guaranteed she was able to sneak into any place she wanted.  A week of hacking and studying schematics on the web meant Kasumi didn’t need to engage in preparatory surveillance once she stepped off at the Omega docks.  She instead hurried her way to the VIP section of Afterlife.  The bouncer at the door never got the chance to test her if she knew who’s name to drop.  He never even saw the black-clad thief as she slipped past his gaze in the shadows of the group he’d willingly let inside.  As soon as the doors of the club slid shut behind her, Kasumi was in game mode.  She stealthily made her way to the back of the dancefloor and located a series of panels.  To the average youth enjoying the nightlife, they were simply grungy conduits for utilities.  But to the discerning eye of the master, it was a wide open door with flashing lights.  Kasumi could barely contain her excitement as the grate gave way to easy prodding and the dark passageway beyond came partially into view.  Bingo!  Aria’s secret hideout, here I come!   Kasumi briefly looked over her invisible shoulder to see if anyone in the club noticed the vent panel apparently hovering in mid-air on its own.  After confirming her presence remained unnoticed, the girl jumped into the tight space and secured the ventilator duct behind her.  It was a squeeze but Kasumi was used to harder entry points from her lifetime of infiltration.  She hadn’t been “set on fire” like Tali had during the mission at the Collector base, but dodging spinning fan blades was a rookie’s job by comparison.  Her path angled upwards several times and branching paths threatened to rob her of her intended path.  But every time a junction sprung up, a quick check of her schematics on her omnitool was enough to get her back on the right path.  

The weaving air vents eventually crossed over several other caverns of the towers of Omega’s skyline.  It even stretched over the deafening top of Afterlife’s primary dancefloor.  Kasumi thought she might be able to spot Aria’s famed couch from a grated slot but couldn’t confirm whether the crime lord was actually on her perch at the time.  What the asian girl could see was the many strippers of various races strutting their stuff along the catwalk or hanging from poles.  How do people enjoy this stuff?   The scantily clad women thrusted her hips against air and jiggled their barely covered parts much to the amusement of the crowd.  Coming from the perspective of a shadowy thief, it was no wonder that Kasumi eschewed the concepts of exhibition.  Though her costume was form-fitting, the extent of her sexual forwardness was when she’d sought to give herself to her lost love, Keiji.  The maiden had no desire to engage in such acts of lewd promiscuity beyond the occasional spying on her crewmates as they completed impressive exercise routines.  Instead, Kasumi grunted silently to herself and moved on.  Though she figured the bumping bass of the dance music would drown out any potential sounds she might make and shield her from auditory sensors, she wasn’t taking any chances.  She scooted along, her stealth generator at full power, towards her destination.  The path of the branching vents eventually took her over the top of Aria’s security center.  The headquarters of the crime lord’s activities was crowded with trusted technicians but all seemed cowed by the domineering batarian that oversaw the unit.  Kasumi recognized Bray from her studies and knew to make sure she didn’t trifle with the muscled brawler that served as Aria’s second in command.  But as she lingered over the command center, Kasumi couldn’t help but overhear the conversations going on there.

A particularly skinny salarian chirped, “The Blue Suns in sector five report a twenty percent drop in red sand usage.”  Whatever effect the analyst seemed to hope his report would have on his superior, it seemed to have the opposite.

Bray roared, “You think Aria cares if her citizens are straightening themselves out?  What’s the status of the docks?  Are goods still flowing and are we taking the prescribed tribute?”  

Kasumi’s invisible face grimaced in sympathy at the rebuked salarian and she resigned to continue her trek through the pipes over her ignorant hosts’ heads.  She pressed on with only her schematics to guide her descent into the lair of evil in sometimes total darkness.  Kasumi wasn’t looking forward to making the return trip, especially while lugging whatever she was attempting to steal.  If the item in question proved to be too much to retrieve by hand, Kasumi planned to document it and leave without a trace.  She would then devise another means to pilfer the valuables depending on its exact makeup.  After what felt like hours, Kasumi finally arrived at what she determined had to be her destination.  It was off the grid according to the official records of Omega, but the master thief knew better.  The site was owned and operated by Aria herself.  Only the crime lord had access to the apartment and used it for her most personal business.  To break into here was dangerous enough already but Kasumi understood from her studies that an even more exclusive area remained unexplored.  Her pipe before her seemed to have an additional layer of security blocking access in the form of a mass effect field.  Kasumi couldn’t pass through but a hacking program she’d built into her omnitool was more than enough to turn the humming wall of energy into a silent opening.  The asian thief grinned as she crawled forward and came to a viewport.  As her eyes peered through the slats, she scrunched her face in confusion.  The room was good sized but seemed to lack any of the normal elements of a repository or safe-room.  Instead, it appeared to be some kind of holding area for either animals or prisoners.  Disappointment bloomed in Kasumi’s features and she pouted as she began to consider that her trip was in vain.  The glass rooms that surrounded the central chamber were opaque and she couldn’t determine the inhabitants no matter how much she tried.  It seemed a lost cause to pursue the venture further and Kasumi risked much to linger but curiosity eventually won out.  Hesitantly, the infiltrator removed the grate she was peering through and moved it aside.  The room was apparently empty and so she deftly lowered herself to the group with skillful use of acrobatics.  Her stealth generator was still on full power and even if the room possessed security cameras, she was undetectable.  Her padded shoes made no sound as she touched down on the cold ground and made her way over to the nearest control panel.  There was no label for the cell-looking enclosure but the holographic display came to life at the brush of Kasumi’s gloved hand.  She quickly selected the controls to turn the wall before her transparent and squinted to determine the interior.  Kasumi’s hand quickly sprung to her mouth to stifle a shocked gasp.

The person was partially restrained, but to call them a person was a bit of a stretch at this point.  Her hair was disheveled and thoroughly soiled from an extended period of time without proper care.  Her abdomen remained pinned to a padded surgical table of sorts with her legs splayed apart.  The woman didn’t seem to notice the fact that her cell had become visible to the outside as she seemed completely enthralled with her own groin instead.  Kasumi’s eyes went wide as she caught sight of the female’s genitalia.  The once proud vagina and clitoris had been deformed by a yet unclear procedure and now appeared completely alien.  Rather than a traditional pearl resting above folds of womanhood, the captive had an erect and throbbing penis that she desperately pupped with both free hands.  The organ seemed to be fully integrated with the damsel’s physiology as if it was completely natural and not at all a product of mad science.  More importantly, the woman furiously stroking herself appeared to not notice the lewd state of her nakedness or the perverseness of possessing the anatomies of both sexes.  Kasumi was taken aback by the grotesque scene for several moments before she realized that she could recognize the figure in the cell before her.  Lt Commander Williams?   The sight of Shepherd’s old comrade was a shock in and of itself for the still camouflage thief.  She’d only briefly meet the second human Spectre during the famed Commander’s party and hadn’t spoken to her since.  Kasumi’s stomach did a flip as she studied the captive before her.  She hadn’t known the female soldier to possess additional plumbing and was fairly certain that such a truth wouldn’t be kept secret before long.  She correctly determined that the integration of a penis had to be a recent addition but she couldn’t understand how.  Astonished, Kasumi stumbled backwards and accidentally activated the controls on the cell on the opposite side of the room.  Thankfully, the door to the cubicle wasn’t unlocked, but it too was turned into a transparent gallery.  Kasumi wasn’t as surprised to find another captive similarly transformed, but she was shocked by the second maiden’s identity.  Diana Allers?  What is going on here?   The sight of the former news reporter bent over herself, her own seemingly natural cock shoved into her own mouth, was more than enough to send Kasumi’s mind racing.  The presence of two differing women turned into apparently mindless beasts of depraved lust suggested an abundance of foul play.  This was certainly not what Kasumi had in mind when she ventured forward to acquire either goods or information and she knew she had to act quickly if she was going to understand the heart of the situation.  Her eyes darted to the exposed air vent she’d arrived from and prepared to jump back to the safety of it.  She didn’t like leaving Williams and Allers in the state she’d found them in but she was ill-equipped to do anything about it at present.  She would have to get this information to those that could intervene.  But first, she would have to extricate herself.  However, she would never get such a chance.

“Well, well, well.  I had been thinking about venturing out to acquire my next pet.  But it seems one has come of its own accord.”  The voice of Aria T’Loak blared through the cavern from the PA system and Kasumi froze in her steps.  The two deranged dickgirls continued on with their vulgar attempts to pleasure themselves, ignorant of the situation outside their own immediacy.  Kasumi considered leaping to the open vent but instead remained fixed in place and said nothing.  Aria’s voice again came across the speakers, sending further shivers down the thief’s spine, “It’s Miss Goto, isn’t it?  I keep ties on all persons of importance left in the galaxy and you may be the only one capable of infiltrating my security on your own.  But you’ve gotten sloppy.  Shutting down the mass effect field in the vents triggered a silent alarm that you missed.  All I had to do was wait for your curiosity to get the best of you.  I still can’t see you, but I still have you right where I want you.”  Kasumi pawed at the ground with nervous energy.  She figured that the way she got in was no longer a means to get out.  It had probably been completely sealed off.  The door at ground level before her would likely be susceptible to a simple hack from her omnitool but there might be a full squad of troops outside for all she knew.  Aria’s taunting voice hit her again, “I wonder… What do you think of my collection so far?  I know you weren’t the closest friends with either of them but you have to admire the pure artistry of it.  To see the best of both worlds, as it was, in a single body.  I am quite proud of myself so far.  But one can always do better.  Before you join them, Miss Goto, I’d like your opinion… How can I improve what has already been accomplished?”  Kasumi’s pale skin went almost pure white.  Her stealth field wouldn’t last forever and she knew it.  Her mind ignored the Queen of Omega’s taunting words and raced through what she could possibly do to get out of her perilous situation.  Escape by either stealth or violence appeared completely out of the equation.  The only other means of salvation faded quickly as Kasumi glanced at her omnitool and noticed that all outgoing signals were being blocked by the thick walls of the compound.  It was something she’d neglected to notice until it was too late.  Despair hit the girl as Aria sighed into her microphone, “You disappoint me, but perhaps it’s better this way.  I do have so many variations to test out and so few subjects to try them on.  Thank you for being a most gracious volunteer.”  The floor beneath Kasumi came to life as electricity arced through the metal panels.  The thief’s shields lasted less than a second before pain exploded through her mind and she fell to the ground unconscious.  The black-clad interloper’s shimmering field of illusion faded away as the technology was damaged beyond repair.  Instead, her defenseless form sparkled into existence atop the cold floor.  Kasumi was already out cold but Aria still happily mocked, “I can see you now, pet.”

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Pain still lanced through Kasumi’s body when consciousness returned to her slowly.  It wasn’t the first time she’d made a critical error on a job and ended up captured, but things were a bit different this time.  When she and Shepherd had found themselves locked in Donovon Hock’s vault, she still had her weapons, all her equipment, and a means to goad her enemy into making a mistake.  Kasumi had no such advantages this time.  The first thing she noticed upon opening her eyes was the smirking face of her captor.  Aria was dressed in her usual black jumpsuit and white jacket, and her perfect purple skin shone like a polished gem.  The asari’s piercing blue eyes were full of self-satisfied amusement as she stared up at the human girl.  It was at that point that Kasumi realized that she was parallel to the floor.  She tried to move only to recognize the impossibility of such an action.  Things seemed somewhat futile, but she’d yet to understand how bad it had gotten.

Aria chuckled, “Good morning, pet.  I’d once again like to thank you for joining the ensemble and introduce you to your lodgings for the length of your stay.”  Kasumi tried to move her neck only to find she couldn’t.  She also attempted to manipulate her mouth and offer a snide remark to her smug host, but a firm rubbery object disallowed coherent speech.  Still, Kasumi was able to use her peripheral vision to recognize that she was likely within one of the glass cells that she’d discovered just before being captured.  Aria, though not using her innate telepathic abilities, seemed to be able to track her captive’s thoughts.  She smiled devilishly and announced, “Yes, it’s a bit small and lacking in furniture.  But you seemed to like my air vents, so it should suffice.  I made sure to try and get you as comfortable as possible.”  Aria slid to the side and Kasumi’s eyes went wide.

She wasn’t wearing her typical clothes.  Describing what she was wearing as clothes seemed a stretch.  Gone was her hooded gray stealth suit to be replaced with something much more suggestive.  It was jet black and shiny, enclosing almost her entire form in tight latex.  The catsuit featured a pair of corset-like bindings around her abdomen and neck.  The seamless ribbing of the garment prevented any motion of her torso or head.  The thick collar ceased just below her nose, hiding her mouth from view.  But Kasumi could feel the underside of the rubbery device and recognized an integrated ball gag locked between her teeth that had caused her inability to speak.  The asian maiden’s arms and legs, both sealed within the black latex suit, had been folded over and secured with thick belts of leather.  Her hands had been forced into a single useless limb that was bound to the spine of her perverse costume.  Likewise, Kasumi’s legs, complete with segmentations for her individual toes, were locked in place with her heels resting just above the meager cheeks of her buttocks.  The catsuit wasn’t completely enveloping though as it gave way to skin in two very specific areas.  First, Kasumi’s chest was left exposed to the cool air of the cell and her modest nubs, though aided by gravity, barely dangled beneath her.  Second, Kasumi’s groin was open to all who wished to view as her anus, womanhood, and nest of dark curls stood out against the paleness of her surrounding flesh.  Kasumi could see all of this because of the reflective surface that composed the floor of her lodgings.  It also allowed her to observe the anchor points on the fetish gear that trapped her and connected her to the ceiling of the cell, keeping her suspended about five feet off the ground like a lewd chandelier.  Kasumi could do nothing but swallow the spit collecting in her stopped-up mouth as her anxiety turned to regret.  Maybe I should have asked Bau for help on this after all…

Kasumi felt a slender hand run along the length of her latex covered, bound leg and she shuddered.  It had been quite some time since she’d felt the sensual touch of another outside the preserved memories of her late boyfriend, Keiji.  Unable to move anything beyond her eyes and incapable of speech, the asian maiden silently waited for her captor to answer her unvoiced question.  Aria sighed from out of sight, “You really are the perfect specimen I was looking for.  Since you were able to catch a glimpse of my previous successes, I will let you in on some secrets.  Unfortunately you won’t be able to sell them on the black market.”  Kasumi’s lithe frame was flush against the form fitting latex and yet she could still feel herself beginning to sweat in anxious nervousness.  Much to her dismal, the small amount of perspiration would remain inadequate to grant her some modicum of elusiveness and lead to an escape.  Kasumi had been in tight spaces before across her storied career but never fully immobilized in such a way.  Aria’s voice went on, “Miss Williams was my first test and, though she initially resisted, it was a complete success.  The compound I’ve acquired, which you seemed eager to steal without fully comprehending, has an interesting effect on the physiology of a human female.  Apart from the yet unexamined internal changes, it produces the development of both sex organs.  As a result, the second human spectre now has a penis, which she seems to enjoy quite a bit.”  Kasumi stifled the urge to vomit as it could only go back down given her ball-gag.  Aria further explained, “The second test subject I acquired was the mouthy Diana Allers.  I wanted to see if the size of the resulting member would be affected by the already present femininity.  This is meant as no insult to dear Miss Williams, but Allers is quite well known for her, let’s just say, battletits .  If she was to grow a penis too, I wanted to know if it might be counteracted by the already present knockers and ass.  So I kept the dose the same and much to my surprise… there was an inverse effect.  As you may have noticed, Miss Allers’ prick is even bigger than our first subject’s.”  

Kasumi resisted the urge to puke once more as the intricate medical experimentation on apparently unwilling subjects was discussed around her.  She wanted to struggle against her bonds with all the strength she could muster.  Were she still wearing her stealth suit, a shadow strike would grant her freedom and silence the mad asari monologuing to her.  But she remained sealed within her latex fetish gear and unable to influence her surroundings in any meaningful way.  Aria finally came back into view beneath her suspended captive and grinned, “So that brings us to you, Miss Goto.  What shall we do with you?  I asked you how my compound could be improved and you failed to answer.  Oh well, you had your chance.  I get to decide for you.”  A gloved hand gently caressed Kasumi’s face and she tried to shy away to no avail.  The neck-corset of her outfit kept her locked in place and all she could do was slam her eyes shut.  Aria cooed, “There, there, my pet.  You’ll want to keep your eyes open for this part.”  The captive obeyed for no other reason than to understand what was about to be done to her.  Aria smirked as the almond-shaped eyes opened and the asari produced a syringe of glowing liquid.  Kasumi’s gaze locked on the vial as the Queen of Omega explained, “You have a very lithe figure, Miss Goto.  No doubt it has served you well in your many heists across the galaxy.  Asari are blessed as so too, but we remain much more shapely.  For my purposes, I need females with both agility and peak fertility.  If I were to give you that which I did to Miss Allers, your clit might morph into merely a feeble nub of a dick.  That simply wouldn’t do.  Your wide hips are perfect for child rearing, but you deserve to have all the assets of motherhood as well.”  

Kasumi thrashed in her bonds without success as Aria relocated herself to the captive’s groin and aimed the glowing injector at her helpless privates.  The asari noted her prisoner’s full pubic mound and commented, “I see you prefer to go natural.  I won’t judge you for it though I prefer the asari way of smoothness.  Rest assured, no one will mistake you for a man when we’re done.  I’ve altered the recipe to give you what every woman should have… What every woman will have, once I’m done.  With any luck, you’ll enjoy it as much as your predecessors.”

The asian girl felt a sharp pain as the metal spike struck her shy clitoris but soon grunted into her gag as a strange numbness overtook her.  Aria pressed the plunger and sent the full dosage of the mysterious drug into her helpless victim before withdrawing the syringe and stepping back.  There was no apparent wound caused by the device and, for a moment, Kasumi’s clit appeared completely whole.  Then everything began to change as strange sensations assaulted the prisoner’s mind.  Kasumi felt her internal organs rearrange and she focused on the mirror below her to detect any external changes.  It didn’t take long as the girl’s love button swiftly began to leave its hood behind and extend outward from her groin.  Tears welled within Kasumi’s eyes as her new appendage took form within her gaze and drooped under the force of gravity.  She could do nothing as the strange drug warped her body in such a perverse way.  But it had more than one effect.  True to Aria’s words, other changes began to take place.  Kasumi struggled to breath as she felt the corset constricting her core be amplified by another force.  Her eyes went wide in surprise as her miniscule tits, the only part of her upper torso not covered by shiny black latex, began to grow in volume.  The mammaries, which began as plain B-cups, soon expanded and sagged under the force of gravity.  Kasumi soon experienced her own mass effect as the boobs rounded quite nicely and filled out to that of what she could only have dreamed of.  The nimble thief had always considered large breasts to be an obstacle to her job and so was glad to be her more athletic self.  But secretly she had yearned to have the body of the models she’d seen on the extranet.  Kasumi’s infatuation with her new tits almost blinded her to the filling out of her rump.  Though covered in shiny latex, the captive’s ass swelled in size comparable to her augmented jugs.  It now perfectly matched the sweeping gate of her womanly hips and, if not for the cock jutting out from above her pussy, she would appear a most fetching female.

The captured thief now found herself in both a dream-come-true and a living nightmare at the same time.  Her almond-shaped eyes would have loved nothing more than to indulge in the sweeping curves her body had now developed, to stare at her pert bosoms and bulbous ass in the mirror mounted to the cell floor.  But something else interrupted her vision and dominated her focus.  The fleshy rod sprouting from where her clitoris used to sit dangled flaccidly in the cool air like a flag waving in the wind.  It would have been easy to chock the image up to an illusion projected on the ground if not for the aching itch assaulting Kasumi’s groin.  The nest of jet-black curls that rested above her privates were shifted slightly by the meaty organ just below them.  At the far edge of the prisoner’s visual range, she saw how her legacy pussy reached the base of her new member as if the two organs were accepting of each other and shared the space comfortably.  Kasumi groaned in despair into her rubbery ball-gag.  She wasn’t sure if the cocktail of drugs she’d been injected with had included any sort of aphrodisiac but an underlying heat seemed into her thoughts as she glanced at the plump fuck-stick.  Even though it seemed to be protruding from her own body, it was still a penis and Kasumi’s duties had kept her from seeing one in quite some time.

An excited cheer came from behind the latex clad victim and Kasumi heard Aria announce, “Yes, yes, yes!  There doesn’t seem to be any sort of conflict between the two serums.  They work in tandem as if meant to.  The feminizing one was actually created a few years ago by a particularly deranged salarian that wanted to appear more attractive to those not of her species.  Salarians don’t exactly have the same curves as humans and asari, so it makes some kind of sense.  But I doubt you could ever get one of them to look like this.”  Aria emphasized her point by delivering a powerful smack to Kasumi’s left asscheek.  The force of the blow sent the latex encased globe of fat jiggling and Kasumi’s new prick swung forward far enough to clap against the maiden’s lower abdomen.  The cock was still soft and so it lacked the length to touch the asian girl’s corset bound stomach, but it was still a jarring experience as the shift in weight made Kasumi feel incongruous.  All she could do to voice her discomfort though was grunt a muffled objection into her gag.  Aria seemed unaware of the effect her spank had caused to her pet and went on elaborating, “Please don’t think this was all for show though.  As delectable as you now appear, I’m more interested in function over fashion in this particular experiment.  You have gained the best of both worlds.  In theory, you should be able to impregnate a fertile womb now.  But I need to find out if the aforementioned feminizing serum’s secondary side effect is still in place.  If our new breed of ladies is going to mother a new generation for the galaxy, there are certain duties that must be operational.”

Kasumi’s mind stopped racing as she had long given up any attempts to come up with an escape plan.  If she had full access to her own mouth she might be able to start trying to bite her way to freedom or, at the very least, use her words to slow her tormentor’s continued actions.  But the ball-gag was locked in place and refused to budge as her teeth helplessly gummed at it.  The stiff collar around her neck ensured she was unable to turn her head or adjust her posture at all.  Likewise, the rest of the fetish-suit converted the agile thief into something akin to a prop for the asari’s manipulations.  Kasumi’s arms and legs had been reduced to latex sheathed stumps with the only exposed parts of skin being that of her slightly bearded clam, her dangling penis, and her engorged mammaries.  But even beyond Kasumi’s bound state, she was losing the will to resist as a primal heat began to swell up within her.  Though she desperately wanted to stop the sensation, she could feel blood gathering in her nethers and threatening to extend her recently grown phallus.  Additionally, a strange heavy state began to develop in the girl’s chest.  It was unlike anything Kasumi had felt before and seemed distinct from the simple added weight of her augmented breasts.  The captive blinked as Aria reentered her vision in front of and slightly below her.  The asari grinned and sighed, “You’ve done quite well so far, Miss Goto.  But we’re going to change things up.  Miss Williams quite enjoyed the sight of her new parts and Miss Allers loves savoring the taste.  I’m going to try and concentrate your senses.”  Kasumi’s eyes went wide as the purplish alien produced a thick band of fresh latex and raised it to the captive’s face.  The last thing Kasumi saw was Aria’s smirk as the criminal wrapped the black blindfold around the bound girl’s face and cut her eyes off from any light.  Kasumi snorted through her nostrils that peaked out from under the blinder as Aria tightened the straps together on the back of her pet’s head and left the firm mask rooted in place.  The asari began to whisper, “Now you will see no evil and speak no evil in my home.  You’re welcome to smell what is to come and listen intently, but I really want you to feel it… my gift to you.”

Kasumi could now not even view what was happening to her but she could vaguely guess Aria’s position based on the click of the Queen’s boots along the floor.  The asari seemed to have retrieved additional equipment from the far side of the room and quickly returned to her plaything’s side.  Kasumi could feel slight adjustments being made to her outfit as if her captor was attaching some further pieces of torment.  Her breathing through her nose increased as she heard, “I expect this will end up being quite pleasurable to you though that isn’t exactly its intended purpose.  I’ve never experienced it myself but many women tell me it's quite lovely.  You are more than welcome to let your lewd self show in all its hermaphroditic glory.  You are a standard three inches while flaccid.  I’m a bit interested in what you are while you're erect.”  Kasumi didn’t even bother grunting in response.  She wasn’t even sure if her soft voice could breach the rubber sphere locked in her jaws, but, more importantly, her mind seemed at war with itself over how to feel about the situation.  When she and Keiji were together, they had indulged in a few scenarios involving bondage but nothing near her current situation.  A pair of omni-cuffs couldn’t come close to being blindfolded, gagged, and turned into a living kink-doll.  Kasumi attempted to suppress her feelings of regret without success.  She didn’t entirely regret her decisions that led to this situation… she regretted not learning certain proclivities while it had just been her and her boyfriend against the galaxy.  Kasumi coughed as she felt a pair of objects come into contact with her exposed boobs.  At first she thought they might be a type of bra and her host might finally be attending to her modesty.  But the firm cups only seemed to adhere around her dangling nipples in hollow circles.  Aria commented, “Hopefully these will hold in place.  You shouldn’t be able to shake them off from your position, but try not to.  We wouldn’t want to make a mess now, would we?”  Kasumi offered no sign she was even conscious of her captor’s words and remained as stiff as her bondage suit demanded.  Aria placed a tender hand on the latex coated rump of her hostage and whispered in her ear, “If everything goes well with my further experiments, you may get the chance to do this little exercise for real some day.  For now, this will have to do…”  Kasumi heard the flip of a switch and immediately gurgled unintentionally.  The cups secured around the ends of her tits tightened as if vacuum sealed and began to alternate left and right in a consistent tempo of suction.  Each time the void pressure on one of her nipples abated, Kasumi felt the urge to gasp as she felt her fleshy orbs retract for a second only to be drawn outward once more soon after in an endless cycle.  Unable to move or do much of anything else, Kasumi hung in her bonds as the strange devices assaulting her enhanced jugs worked their magic.  The captive’s mind turned mushy as pleasure invaded her psyche and she began to understand, in part, why the two previous test subjects appeared so content instead of horrified at what had been done to them.  The building tempo and increasing suction on her tits could only be held back for so long before something eventually gave way.

Aria smiled as she watched her pet’s body bend to the will of another.  The pumps attached to Kasumi’s knockers had done their work and now a steady drip of creamy white liquid emerged from the straining udders to be drawn away and sent down the clear tubing that extended off the cups.  The asari criminal smugly remarked, “Miss Goto, I believe congratulations are in order.  In case you hadn’t realized yet, you’re lactating.  It seems the feminizing serum is still fully functional even when combined with the futanarization one.  Were we to knock you up, your babies would be well fed indeed.”  When the blind, bound captive moaned lewdly in response, Aria chuckled, “Yes, I’m sure it’s quite a proud accomplishment for you.  And now, we’re one step closer to creating the perfect lifeform.  One step at a time though.  I think I’ll keep you like this until such time as a control group is no longer required.  Feel free to enjoy… Oh.  Haha, it seems you’ve already gone ahead and gotten hard.  How shameful, Miss Goto.  To be so depravedly turned on by nursing a soulless machine.”  True enough, the recently added cock had pinked as it was swelled with blood and angled straight down as if reaching for the ground beneath the enslaved maiden.  Aria examined the prick with her omnitool to confirm it had almost doubled in length and was just short of a respectable half-foot.  Kasumi wasn’t going to be winning any contests with it but, in Aria’s eyes, it was impressive given what she feared the asian girl might have grown if not for the enhancements to the rest of her body as well.  For her part, Kasumi seemed ignorant of anything beyond the constant draining of her seemingly endless supply of milk.  If she was aware of how disgraceful she appeared, she made no indication of it, not that she actually could.  All the girl, or whatever she might be identified as now, could manage was occasional grunts of ecstasy as she grew closer and closer to the first of many mind-breaking climaxes.  Aria, content with her work, remarked, “Another fine success if I may say so myself.  It’s tempting to put this on the extranet.  No doubt many would… get their rocks off to this.  And we could make good money.  No one would be able to recognize you and track you down.  Perhaps we should save it for the promotional material when the real product is ready for launch, but…  What do you say, pet?  Do you want to be streamed to the entire galaxy at all hours so everyone can see you as the whorish, latex-bound cow you are?”  Kasumi shook in her bounds violently as her mind seized and an orgasm tore through her, kicked off by Aria’s words of degradation.  Her rounded teats jangled about but failed to dislodge the cups that endlessly pumped her for milk.  Kasumi’s dick, on the other hand, produced its own kind of cream.  The penis erupted in a powerful blast of cum that splattered across the floor of the cell with the force of faucet.

Aria hissed and stumbled backward to avoid having frothy ejaculate splash across her boots.  She swore, “Fuck, wish I’d caught that on film.  But I also wish I hadn’t been so close.  Dumb slut.”  The Queen of Omega had managed to escape without soiling her outfit, but just barely.  Kasumi, to her credit, seemed to have actually passed out from the force of the orgasm though it was a bit difficult to tell from the outside.  She still moved just as little as usual, but her breathing was reduced to a subtle gasp.  Aria had made sure that the contraption containing her new test subject wouldn’t cut off breathing to dangerous levels and had several safety features built in incase anything outside of norms came about.  The asari inspected her most recent addition to her collection with a divining eye.  Kasumi’s dick was growing limp in the aftermath of its first discharge but it still dribbled its vulgar jizz across the previously stainless mirrored floor.  Her provocative mommy mounds continued to squirt small streams of warm cream into the collecting cups that maintained a consistent milking rhythm despite the unconscious nature of their maiden.  Aria surveyed the cum-splattered room and noticed how some of the goo had actually managed to bounce upward and stick to the slick surface of the prisoner’s latex suit.  The asari made a mental note to have some drones clean the cell and its occupant later, as well as start the third subject on birth control.  It didn’t seem likely that Kasumi would be able to overwhelm the force of gravity and manage to land some of her ejaculate into her own exposed cunt, but it wasn’t worth the risk.  In any event, this particular addition to the growing harem was a success.  Kasumi’s artificially enlarged tits still couldn’t match those of subject two but the concept of augmenting multiple body parts at once was proven.  More importantly, the idea of continual milk production had its own list of potential applications.  Aria commented, “Even if we don’t get an effectiveness of one hundred percent with the final variant, this version gives us access to support functions.”  She left the blacked-out Kasumi in her own personal paradise and returned to the corridor of her menagerie where she could see the other two test subjects in their own cells busy pleasuring themselves into oblivion.  Aria narrowed her eyes and noticed a similarity between the three pets.  “Hmmm, they all seem dead set on orgasming primarily through the use of their penises.  Perhaps the serum is overriding their natural desire to breed with their cunts?  If this is the case, we might have a problem.  I need them to have equal desire for use of both tools.  This will require additional testing.  Of course, I will need more pets to accomplish this noble task…”

Chapter Text

“Darn these supply lines!  Where the blazes is Cortez when I need him?”  Samantha Traynor cursed under her breath as she examined the paltry list of available products at the boutique she was currently browsing.  The fashion salon was well decorated but its inventory seemed to be quite lacking.  This wasn’t surprising given the nature of Omega, but it was still disappointing for the Alliance Specialist as she tried to make the most of her shore leave.  She was still wearing her standard uniform but was far removed from her usual duties in military service.  Traynor shook her head dejectedly and marched off to another storefront in the hope that she would be able to find her sought after product there.  She eventually found herself in front of Harrot’s Emporium.  The Elcor behind the counter was intimidating but said nothing as the tan-skinned human held up her omnitool to confirm the item number she was looking for.  Traynor read aloud, “Cision Pro Mark 4… Cision Pro Mark 4… oh, drat.  They only have the 3.”  Her amber eyes flicked between the display on her wrist and the inventory board above the counter.  Eventually she mustered up the courage to ask the shop owner and inquired, “Sorry, you only have the Cision Pro Mark 3 listed but I’m interested in the 4… Do you perhaps know if you’ll be getting the 4 in anytime soon?”

Harrot eyed the bookish woman with a blank stare and flatly replied, “Confused ambivalence… your request makes no sense to me.  Why does it matter what piece of metal you use to scrap your oratory bones?”

Traynor was taken aback by the monotone question and temporarily forgot the different cultural norms of the species.  She puffed up her chest, a pointless gesture in the face of a creature twice her height and several more her mass, and stated, “The 3 only has cursory mass effect fields.  I need the full coverage of the 4 or I might come down with a case of gingivitis!”

The Elcor only continued his blank stare and droned, “Regretful apology… we only have the listed item.  If you wish to place a special order we can have it brought in within a standard week.  Genuine worry… you will have to suffer your human disease in the meantime and be quarantined.”  

The human maiden was taken aback and babbled, “No, no, it’s not that kind of problem!  I was just being hyperbolic.  I’m sure I can find a Mark 4 at one of the shops here.”

As she tried to extricate herself from the situation without stepping on any further cultural norms and causing more misunderstandings, Traynor heard the lumbering voice behind her say, “Encouraging relief… that is good to hear you will not be a public health problem.  We have had too many of those already.  Proud salesmanship… but Harrot’s has the best stock on Omega.  You will not find any better anywhere.”

Back out on the street, Traynor was glad to be free of that particular landmine, but began to worry aloud as she stumbled on.  “Great… he was probably right.  Damn it, Shepherd!  You promised to replace it back at the Citadel, but now I’m stationed in the Terminus!  And no one seems to have what I need!”  The British-accented lass cursed once more, “Fuck!  Now I’ll have wasted all my leave looking for a toothbrush and might miss the dancers at Afterlife tonight.  Yes, they’re Asari, but they’re still women.  Right?  Whatever, I’d better not waste any more time.”  

Traynor was about to power off her omnitool and make a beeline for the nightclub entrance, where she’d be free to leer over feminine bodies without judgment, when the device beeped loudly and she flinched in shock.  She glanced at her hand with alarm and read the text to herself in earnest.  You’ve been selected for a free trial of Afterlife’s Elite Club!  Free private dances!  Exclusivity and isolation!  Enjoy all the lovelies you desire!  You know you want to!   The open lesbian stifled whatever arousal the message may have generated and scoffed, “Yeah, right.  Like I’d be stupid to commit to that.  Who do you think I am?  Ms Money bags?”  But her interest was stimulated and she read a few more lines from the advertisement.  This is not a scam!  It is a legitimate free offer to our most valued customers!  All exchanges are confidential and we promise satisfaction!  You’ll never get another opportunity like this!   Traynor reread the lines even though she vocally professed disbelief, “Yeah, you’re totally gonna sell my data to the highest bidder.  And you consider me a valued customer?  I mean sure, I’ve been to Afterlife every time I’ve come to Omega.  But still…”  As she wrestled with herself over the obvious malware, Traynor decided to finish reading to the end.  Just hit accept and you’ll receive the directions to your own private slice of heaven!  Don’t delay!  Scoop up your own sexy space babe before it’s too late!   The last line struck a cord Traynor wasn’t prepared for.  It spoke to her directly as she recalled how she’d twice been denied the companion her heart had desired.  Without fully thinking things through or giving an ounce of common sense to where she was, Traynor hit the accept button and announced, “Yeah, I deserve some fun on my leave.  Besides… if this is a scam, I doubt they’d be able to get through my military grade encryption.  I’m safe.”  

Almost immediately a series of map directions appeared on Traynor’s omnitool and appeared to be guiding her to a yet unknown destination.  The olive-skinned woman proudly set off in search of her own imagined paradise, whatever that might be.  The streets of Omega weren’t particularly crowded and became even less so as the Specialist strode off the normal thoroughfares and into the more suspect areas.  But she was guided well and making good time.  It didn’t seem to matter that she was far from eyes that might have ensured her safety.  Traynor had received a few hints about the streets of Omega from the likes of Garus and Shepherd, but seemed to have completely misunderstood them.  She chuckled to herself, “ Stay away from the Vorcha … Well Commander, there aren’t any of them around, so I think I’m good.”  The blissful ignorance wouldn’t last forever but it was still persistent when Traynor arrived at a rather innocent looking apartment door that stood alone on an alley wall.  With her corrupted omnitool urging her forward, Traynor approached and entered into the dim corridor that appeared the closer she drew.  The chamber within was tiny and poorly lit but what surprised the human the most was how the door slammed shut behind her and refused to show any sign of opening again.  At first Traynor was alarmed but quickly calmed when she saw her omnitool report, The Elite Club’s location is a secret only for its members.  No tattling, only enjoying!   Traynor relaxed before smirking as she heard a series of servos power up.  Her balance was temporarily disrupted as the floor shifted.  But soon inertial dampeners came online and the girl remarked to herself, “It’s a pod!  Ha!  Classic speakeasy vibe!  This is gonna be great!”  

The capsule continued on to its destination in spite of its occupant’s ignorance and totally free of her control.  Traynor could only smirk with excitement for what sights and sounds she expected to receive upon arrival.  Because of the Mass Effect generators, it was impossible to determine how far she was traveling and the resulting faraday field meant her communications to the outside were silenced.  But she was too preoccupied with visions of breasts and butts to pay attention to what was important.  Not that it would be of any aid by this point.  Her fate was already as sealed as the pod.  

The disappearance of the mechanical hum was the first indication that she’d stopped moving and soon the door behind her slid open.  Traynor instinctively smoothed out her hair and straightened her uniform in preparation for whatever awaited her in the next room.  She hadn’t planned on going to Afterlife in uniform as that could be seen as disrespecting the sanctity of the Alliance, but she figured it wouldn’t be a problem if the Elite Club was as private as advertised.  So she confidently marched forward and came to a stop in a square room roughly the size of a small apartment.  The chamber was decently lit but not at all what Traynor was expecting.  She figured she would find a lounge of some sort complete with couches to recline on and tables to set drinks on.  Instead the room could best be described as a medical exam room.  It was completely sterile and lacking in furniture except for a single bench meant for patients going to checkups.  Three of the walls appeared to be made of frosted glass that could be made transparent at command.  The one behind her was made of standard construction but Traynor was surprised when she glanced behind herself to find the door she’d entered from gone and the facade seamless.  The tan woman frowned and checked her omnitool, which failed to respond to any of her commands.  Traynor was about to become very upset when the door to the room in front of her slid open and a single figure stepped inside.  

Traynor was relieved to see the lone Asari dressed in a dancer’s outfit strutting toward her, all the purple alien’s yummy bits bouncing with each step, but her confusion increased as the human recognized the other being.  The specialist raised an eyebrow and inquired, “Miss T’Loak?”  

The Asari was indeed dressed for the purposes of seduction.  She’d discarded her usual bodysuit and white jacket in exchange for a pink leotard that kept things skintight and nothing to the imagination.  Aria smirked at her prey and replied, “Yes.  Glad you’ve heard of me, Miss Traynor.  And so glad you could make it.”  She stopped about a pace away from the human and allowed her perfume to wash over the specialist.

Traynor drank in the delectable scent and it simultaneously put her at ease and made her knees feel wobbly.  Still though she was determined to assess the strangeness of the setting and company.  She stammered, “I don’t understand.  What is this place?  And why are you here?”  She’d instinctively taken a slight step backward as if to steady herself and clear her head.

But Aria countered by closing the distance again and assuring, “Well, this is the Elite Club.  What did you expect?  Some cheap knock-off?  I only accept the best here.  And I am the best, Specialist.”  She emphasized her point by gesturing to her body with her hand.

The human woman felt her mouth water slightly but still inquired, “But don’t you run Omega?  This seems below your station.”

Aria scoffed, “Silly little girl.  I made a name for myself once by dancing once upon a time.  Can you seriously say you aren’t interested?  I’ve heard you have a thing for the ladies and I can totally understand that kind of proclivity.”  The seductress extended a finger and hooked it under the human maiden’s chin, barely brushing against the soft skin of Samantha’s jawline.

Traynor shivered in suppressed lust and stumbled backward onto the table behind her.  She caught herself with her wrists and mumbled, “Oh, sorry.  I… wow… you are really pretty.  This almost feels like a dream.  Um, are you sure this is free?”  The human was feeling rather light-headed and high but still somewhat aware of her surroundings.  Sure, the environment was odd, but the chance to lewd over the Queen of Omega was not an offer to turn down out of hand.

The Asari demonstrated her flexibility by placing one of her feet atop the edge of the table and smiling, “Well, we do have one rule before things get going.  I’m going to need you to take an antibiotic injection.  Nothing major.  We just put an emphasis on cleanliness and safety here.  You understand of course.”  Aria’s sultry eyes bored into the human’s and prevented clear thinking.

The Alliance officer simply nodded while not fully paying attention.  She’d long become accustomed to strange shots and medicines through her military service as well as her overall hypochondriac nature.  She could only stare at the ample chest and vibrant skin coloring of her host as she eagerly awaited what was to come.  Aria forced Traynor to sit on the edge of the padded surgical table before hitting something on her own omnitool.  The door of the room opened once more and another figure stepped inside.  Traynor’s eyes went wide with shock as she beheld the metallic body and feminine shape of an all-too-familiar android.  The human woman exclaimed, “EDI??!  What are you doing here?!”

The robot wore no clothes but had no need to.  Instead she carried a tray with a syringe filled with glowing blue liquid and stood emotionlessly next to her Asari mistress.  Aria explained, “No, it’s not the actual AI from the Normandy.  Just one of the hundreds of copies the Alliance deployed during the war.  So many were considered lost, it was easy to recover one if you know where to look.  Do you like it?”

Traynor wasn’t sure how to respond.  She’d tried her best to conceal her attraction for the AI that operated the heroic vessel when she was stationed aboard it.  Since the end of the war, Traynor had distanced herself from the synthetic being out of respect and a means to hopefully curb her selfish desires.  But those desires had only been buried, not dismissed.  The robot that Aria had introduced her to was every bit a perfect copy of the EDI Traynor had known, from her shiny face to her wide hips and bulbous chest.  The human woman could only nod and whisper, “Wow.  I mean, it’s not her, but…”

The android spoke with the same simulated voice that Traynor had originally fallen for, “I am here to assist in your experience, Specialist Traynor.  I am capable of providing whatever you require.”  The machine stepped forward to occupy the position on the maiden’s right while Aria continued to block her escape with her extended leg on Traynor’s left.  Next, the robot spoke again in the same blank manner, “Your arm, Samantha.  I need to administer the serum before we can begin.”

Traynor nodded dumbly and extended her limb, rolling up the sleeve of the uniform to allow easy access.  She murmured, “For you, EDI, anything.”  The human woman winced slightly as the needle pierced her skin but offered no resistance otherwise.  She was too gullible and naive to put everything around her together.

Aria smirked to herself as she saw the blue liquid flowing into her newest victim and relaxed her own posture.  The Asari had put more resources into this particular acquisition than some of the others but was happy to see that it had gone so easily.  Part of her wanted to rip off the illusion and gloat, but she figured it would be easier to get the human to accept her new reality if she was eased into it slowly and naturally.  Well… somewhat naturally.

The room was silent after EDI withdrew the syringe and stepped back.  The tray carrying the injector was set aside and everything was still for a moment.  Then Traynor began to feel funny.  The room was of an adequate temperature, but for some reason the maiden felt hot and clammy.  Her uniform was form fitting but almost seemed too snug now.  Her heart rate increased and her breathing became ragged.  She might have even fallen over if not for Aria and EDI placing steadying hands on each of her shoulders.  Traynor mumbled, “Sorry… I think I’m having a bad reaction to the meds.”  Her vision was fuzzy but she could still perceive a slight grin on the purple woman’s face.

The Asari cooed, “Relax, pet.  You’re having exactly the reaction you should.  I have to admit.  It wasn’t truly an antibiotic.  It was something quite different.”

Traynor’s head rolled about lazily and she inquired, “Some kind of aphrodisiac then?  Because I feel very… warm…”

Aria laughed, “Not a true aphrodisiac, pet.  But the effects might be similar.  No, I figured I’d give you a gift.  You have an adequate body, but there’s always room for improvement.  You may wish to look down.”

Traynor did so and the first thing she noticed was how strained her tunic felt over her chest.  She’d always been of a moderate bust, not enough to get in the way but still enough to have fun with.  She didn’t put them on display like other women her age often did, instead preferring more utilitarian clothes when not in uniform.  But now that said uniform looked about to burst.  Her breaths were shallow and, in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pressure, Traynor quickly unzipped the top of her blouse.  The zipper broke and the garment flew open under the force from underneath.  Traynor gasped at what she saw.  Her previously modest breasts had ballooned to nearly double in size.  The cups of her bra were now entirely unable to contain the mammaries and she could tell that the back strap had torn under the weight of the melons given how loosely the lingerie hung off her.  The sheer weight of the augmented boobs were enough to strain the woman’s back and she might have toppled forward if not already being supported by her hosts.  She sputtered, “I’m huge… they’re massive… they…”

EDI chimed in, “They are quite lovely, Samantha.  You should be proud.  You were always quite pretty before, but now you will be able to attract anyone you wish.”  The robot emphasized the point by pulling away the remains of the brassiere, allowing Traynor’s new tits to spring free and jiggle with each of her labored breaths.

The human promptly tried to cover herself in shame as her enhanced jugs hung off her slender frame and the dark nipples hardened subconsciously.  She exclaimed, “Why did you do this?  I thought you were supposed to dance for me.  What is going on?”  Her questions were aimed at Aria but the Asari was less than accommodating.

Aria appeared annoyed at how the human wasn’t immediately overjoyed with her new assets.  She gave Traynor a gentle shaking on the shoulder, causing the maiden’s free breasts to wobble about, and said, “Relax pet.  You look amazing!  Isn’t self improvement more fun than just a simple lap dance anyway?”

But Traynor shook her head, while trying her best to avoid losing her grip on her chest and showing it off, and protested, “I can’t go back to the Alliance like this!  They’ll think I’m some kind of floozy!  I’ll be made fun of by the women and the men won’t be able to take me seriously!  They’ll just keep staring at my chest!”  Even the effort of trying to hide her breasts was trying as the mere contact of her own hand stimulated the sensitive flesh.

However, the Asari host was less than helpful and she simply sighed, “But my dear, you aren’t going back to the Alliance.  Not with a body like that… You see, I didn’t just give you some killer knockers the likes of which a matriarch would be jealous of.  Take a better accounting of yourself, will you…”

The playful tone in the Asari’s voice concerned Samantha almost as much as how she’d claimed she’d never return.  Traynor swallowed the lump in her throat and overcame the heat in her core to examine the rest of herself more closely.  Her arms, legs, and head seemed to be normal, outside of the above average arousal that came from more than just the presence of the scantily clad alien and sexbot.  The adjustments to her chest had already been noted and she figured that her backside might have been expanded in order to compensate weight-wise, but that wasn’t what concerned her at the moment.  Traynor hesitantly adjusted her seating on the table and spread her legs ever so slightly to confirm the sensation she’d just picked up on.  It felt as though her pants were just as overly tight as her shirt had been.  The maiden glanced down at her groin in disbelief to find a slight bulge between her legs.  She frantically demanded, “What… What is that?!”

Aria giggled, “I think you know what that is.  Why don’t you give it a look just to be sure?”  Using her free hand, the pirate queen extended towards the human’s privates and flipped up the zipper.

Traynor flinched but was too desperate to care about humility anymore.  She released her hold of her breasts, doing her best to ignore the jolts of pleasure when they hung under their own weight, and reached for her pants.  She ripped off the zipper and pulled the trousers down to her thighs.  Upon seeing what was beneath, Traynor let out a depressed groan, “No, no, no.  It can’t be.”  She still had her panties on but they couldn’t hide the extra appendage that now sprouted from where her clitoris had formerly been.  The new cock wasn’t erect but its sheer mass was enough to stretch the elastic of the underwear to its limit.  Traynor could only stare down over the top of her enhanced bust at the penis that had joined her vagina as her set of reproductive organs.  She was still feeling horny and her panties looked damp, but it was unclear which set of plumbing the moisture had come from or if it was just nervous sweat.

Aria clapped her hands together and exclaimed, “Marvelous!  No matter how many times I see it, it’s still lovely to see a maiden being given her cock!  Oh, how beautiful it looks on you!”

The specialist, though, was not as enthused.  She gasped, “Beautiful?  I’m a freak!  This… this thing… it belongs on a man, not me!  And what do you mean how many times ?!  You’ve done this to other people too?!”  

The Asari sighed, “Yes, dear.  You know some of them, in fact.  And they’ve all come to accept the blessing I’ve given them and their place in the glorious mission we’re completing together.”  The comment left Traynor silent for a few seconds and Aria took the chance to explain further, “I actually selected you specifically for this trial.  I’ve encountered a problem with the last few subjects and I’m hoping you could help me with it.  They’ve all almost exclusively sought pleasure through the use of their dicks.  It’s understandable as who wouldn’t be intrigued with a new toy, but my long term goals require both parts to be fully functional.  I figured you’d be useful due to your orientation.”

Traynor breathed, “My orientation?  Because I’m gay?  You gave me a dick as some kind of joke?!”

Aria shook her head and replied, “No, my sweet.  You enjoy the company of women and there is no shame in that.  I myself primarily swing that way.  But I gather most of your romantic escapades have been surface level?  You prefer to scissor on muff dive?  Or do you enjoy the use of a… what do humans call it?  Ah, strapon.”

The specialist could barely believe what she was hearing but still managed to answer, “I don’t like being penetrated and I’ve never used a strapon.  Why is this so important?”

The purple alien gently caressed the human’s face and responded, “For the good of the galaxy, we need to repopulate.  As you can see, I have a way to effectively double the baby output.  But I have to perfect it before we hit the market with it.  Right now we have a way to turn women into mindless fucking machines intent on breeding any womb they can get ahold of.  But they also need to be eager to take any seed they can in order for all parties involved to get knocked up.  I’ve made some adjustments to the serum I gave you.  It doesn't just cause futanarization and feminizing, but it increases libido to all parts.  My hope is that we can get you, a damsel more inclined to give rather than take, to get off to a good fucking… well we might hit the market sooner than expected.”

Traynor was shocked with how openly the diabolical plan had been revealed to her.  She simply stated, “You’re insane.”

Aria shrugged, “I’ve been called worse.  But your situation is not for you to resist.  You will assist in my research.  It’s not like you can really go back to your old life as you are now.  There’s no way to reverse it and after we’re done, you won’t want to.  But I’m still a benevolent mistress.  I’ll give you a choice as to how you want the test to go.  Whom would you like to attend to you?  I’m giving you the opinion of Fucking with Aria , and that’s something barely anyone gets the opportunity to do.  Or… you and EDI can have the fun you were never allowed in the Alliance.”

The human glanced between the two figures that had now become her captors.  She contemplated her fate and the possibility of escape.  But she knew it was too late.  She’d fallen right into the trap and she was no warrior like Shepherd.  She would not be able to break free.  And no one would even know she was gone.  As Traynor resigned herself to the lewd bondage she’d been forced into, she thought of any possible way to improve her situation.  Aria was a lovely figure and Samantha had nothing against aliens, but EDI was just more similar biologically even if she wasn’t a biologic.  Not only that, she was familiar… an old friend.  She made her choice and announced, “No offense, Aria, but I…”

But the Asari simply held up her hand and silenced the prisoner by saying, “None taken.  It is much easier for me this way and I figured that’s how you’d swing.  Quite the little technophile, aren’t you?  Well, I’ll leave you to it then.  You kids have fun… the way we talked about.  Understood, EDI?”

The robot nodded, “Acknowledged.”  Then Aria smiled and strolled out of the room, leaving the other two behind.  Traynor straightened herself out on the table, having to support more of her own weight now that the Asari was gone, and looked at the android expectantly.  EDI moved her left hand from Samantha’s shoulder to the back of her neck.  The machine also gently brushed some of the hairs out of the human’s face that had gotten out of place in the drama.  The two stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before EDI lunged forward and kissed Traynor deeply.  The maneuver caught the specialist off guard.  She’d wanted it for so long but she still wasn’t fully prepared.  She expected the robot’s lips to be hard and cold, but instead they were soft and warm.  The nanofibers of the machine’s face seemed molded to the same texture as human skin even if they didn’t appear so.  Traynor allowed her partner to assume control and soon found her mouth invaded by EDI’s tongue.  It too was as close to human feeling as could be manufactured and the tan girl allowed it to explore the interior of her trap freely.

Eventually EDI retreated and pulled away from the kiss, though she still held Traynor steady with her powerful arms.  The specialist opened her eyes lazily and asked, “Why did you do that?”  A line of saliva still linked the two but it quickly faded.

The machine swiftly replied, “To put you at ease.  Your transition has doubtless been stressful and I want you to relax.  Now, stop talking and let me take care of you.”  Traynor nodded meekly as her companion got to work.  The first thing EDI did was remove the human’s blouse and toss it in the corner of the room.  She did the same with the prisoner’s trousers though it took slightly longer due to Traynor’s boots and socks needing to be discarded first.  The chamber was of adequate temperature that clothes were unnecessary.  Traynor’s sense of self-consciousness was long gone by this point.  She may have roughly understood that Aria was watching from outside, even if seeing through the one-way glass was impossible from inside, but she didn’t care and eagerly awaited for her robotic lover to get to work.  The next thing EDI did was grab hold of both of Traynor’s enhanced breasts and give them a powerful squeeze.  The human’s eyes rolled back in her head from the wave of pleasure that rolled through her.  She’d had her chest fondled before but this was a whole other level of bliss.  Her sensitivity was dialed up to eleven and the weightiness of the jugs meant she was easily manipulated and had to lean into the groping to avoid being pulled over.  EDI gave the udders another squeeze and began to massage Traynor’s dark nipples as the human let out a low moan.  Though her freedom had been stolen from her, there was no denying the bliss she was experiencing.  She’d shut her eyes to focus on the simple kneading of her augmented breasts and so didn’t see when a dribble of white liquid began to drip from the tips of her tits.  EDI stopped her efforts to inspect the creamy substance and pick up a dab of it.  The machine ordered, “Open your mouth.”  Traynor did so and soon found herself being force fed her own milk.

“Mmmmnnn, mmmmmpppp?”  The human gargled around EDI’s finger but continued to suck on the digit.

EDI replied, “Yes, dear.  You’re lactating.  It’s a side effect of the procedure, but that's a good thing.  Someday, Mistress might let you have children of your own someday and you’ll need that to nurse them.  For now, just let me pleasure you.”  Traynor’s eyes rolled back again as EDI’s free hand returned to groping her motherly orbs while the other plugged her mouth.  All the while this was occurring, Traynor’s groin was going through some changes.  Her white panties were now completely soaked from a variety of sources.  More importantly though, the fabric was almost to its breaking point as the maiden’s cock had begun to swell and stiffen.  EDI was cognizant of this but was keen to avoid contact with the member.  Instead, the machine skillfully grasped the last article of clothing and ripped it free with a single powerful yank.  Traynor squirmed and squealed as her erect cock was exposed to the air and waggled about at attention.  Her protests remained incoherent though as EDI kept the girl’s mouth occupied and reported, “Mistress Aria doesn’t want you to get pleasure from that.  Control yourself or I will be forced to cage it.”  Traynor pouted but offered no further outcries. All she could do was sit there while she was milked and forced to suck on the robot’s fingers.

Eventually EDI changed tactics and withdrew her hands before ordering, “Lie down on the table and keep your legs apart.”   Traynor obeyed and leaned back.  Her enormous tits wobbled when she came to a stop and she slowly pried her legs apart slightly.  Only her penis stood up, begging to be touched.  EDI stepped to the side of the table when the woman’s legs dangled off the edge and pushed them apart more.  The human gasped at the contact but said nothing as the robot took its place between her thighs.  The next thing she felt was something warm brush against her damp folds.  EDI had taken the fingers she made the girl suck on and began to test the resistance of her pussy.  The machine reported, “Thank you for getting my fingers all wet, but it almost seems moot at this point.  You’re practically dripping down here.  Are you sure you don’t like to be penetrated, Samantha?”

The maiden lifted her head, her face flushed with shame, and replied, “I tried it when I was at university but never could get used to having someone inside me.  I don’t even like to do it to myself.  I usually just touch my clit.  But now…”

The android smirked, “Are you saying you don’t like this now?”  EDI took her index finger and poked inside the human’s cunt.  Traynor squirmed and arched her back but said nothing as her mind and body fought over the sensations she was experiencing.  EDI noticed how her prisoner was struggling and commented, “So tight.  And we’re no even to the main event.  I’m starting to think you’ve never really been dicked at all before.  We’re going to have to change that.”  The human’s brown eyes went wide but could do nothing as the robot continued to explore her womanhood with a metal finger.  

The experience continued, with Traynor’s will slowly starting to break down until EDI withdrew her finger and stepped back.  The human woman panted, each breath causing her boobs to jiggle, but she could barely catch her breath before EDI was ready for the next event.  She glanced up to see the android had changed form somewhat.  What had been an empty space between the robot’s legs before, now an erect metallic cock.  It was nearly six inches long and rather thick.  It was nothing like a finger.  Traynor tried to shake her head no, but was powerless to stop the machine from stepping forward, aiming for her womanhood, and thrusting inside.  

The woman screamed as she was spread apart and violated.  Her cock and breasts shook about as EDI began to move back and forth, coring the victim out.  Traynor felt as though she were being drilled into and her limbs flopped about uselessly.  Her scream of abrupt pain soon gave way to undignified noises as she struggled to breath, much less think.  Her lewd mammaries continued to leak milk the dribbled down her sides and flew about as the session of fucking persisted.  At one point, EDI grabbed the maiden’s legs to get better positioning.  This allowed her to plunge her cock even deeper inside the prisoner.  This produced a low grunt from Traynor which was apparently not to the machine’s liking.  EDI cursed, “Fucking whore.  You promised to give this a try for the good of the galaxy!  If you can’t enjoy it, you’ll be punished!”  

Traynor yelped as a metal hand smacked her backside hard.  Even as she was driving her cock in and out of the human’s pussy, EDI was able to initiate a series of powerful spanks that shook her victim mercilessly.  The pain was mind numbing but not totally unpleasant.  Some part of the abuse spoke to Traynor.  Her entire psyche seemed to shift as she endured the punishment.  She began to crave more.  Not just the maltreatment, but the contact with another in ways she’d never desired before.  The walls of her pussy began to contract in time with the metal cock pulverizing her innards.  More juices began to lubricate the exchange and her cock stood even straighter than before.  It was all so odd for someone that had always viewed herself as solely attracted to women.  Sure, EDI was feminine in form, but with each member of the coitus possessing a cock, things were a little muddy.  More important was what EDI had said earlier.  Mistress might let you have children of your own someday!   The idea of having kids had never even been considered to the specialist, but now was different.  The galaxy needed new people and she was helping figure out the solution to that problem.  A gurgling sound emanated from Traynor’s throat as a particularly powerful spank sent her jiggling and EDI’s dick dove in deeper than before.  The woman’s eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy spasmed and an orgasm washed over her.

EDI smiled in contentment as she registered the prisoner’s climax.  Traynor’s dick was still at full mast.  A line of precum dribbled down its length but it had failed to erupt yet.  The robot commented, “Good girl.  That’s more like the slut I know you are!  Did you enjoy that?  Do you want more?”

Though her mind was still a haze, Traynor glanced up and announced, “That was amazing!  I’ve never felt like that before!  Please EDI!  I need more!  Fuck me more!”  And EDI happily complied with the request.  Grabbing the maiden by the hand, the robot pulled her upright while remaining lodged inside.  Traynor’s cock bounced off EDI’s stomach but the maiden did her best to ignore it.  She instead wrapped her arms around her mechanical lover as the plowing resumed.  From the vertical position, Traynor’s brown bosoms bounced more freely with each thrust.  She leaned forward to kiss her host as deeply as could be as her hands wandered.  With one she found one of EDI’s breasts and squeezed it.  The padded boob was similar to that of a real person’s but served no purpose besides aesthetics.  EDI gained no pleasure from the contact but Traynor was too enamored and drowning in lust to recognize it.  Even though she’d just climaxed, it wouldn’t be very long till the second.  It was tipped off when one of EDI’s hands found one of Traynor’s breasts and gave it a powerful squeeze.  A spurt of fresh milk splashed down the pair’s fronts and the human orgasmed again, her cock straining but remaining still as her pussy attempted to devour the metal prick inside it.  

The machine could tell that her partner was getting tired even if her spirit was willing to continue.  The ebony maiden had met all mission protocols assigned and was doubtlessly providing plenty of important data.  There didn’t seem to be any need to continue to experiment, so EDI began to lay Traynor down on the exam table, only for the maiden to perk up and attempt to lock her legs behind the android’s back.  The human didn’t really have the strength to enforce the action but it made EDI pause.  The two’s eyes met and Traynor pleaded, “I need to cum.  I need to drain my jizz or I don’t know what’s going to happen.  I need to stroke my cock!”  

EDI recognized that the subject’s mind was almost fried and it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge a third time.  But the chain of command had to be followed and so EDI explained, “It’s not me you need to ask.”

It took Traynor a few moments to comprehend the robot’s meaning with her addled mental state.  But once she did, she loudly demanded, “Please Mistress Aria!  Please let me stroke my cock!  Please let me stroke my beautiful futa cock!”  The room was silent for a few seconds as the two lovers remained linked waiting for a response.

When Aria’s voice finally came over the intercom, it was clear she was pleased with herself.  Still she inquired, “And what have you learned from our little Elite Club?  Still unwilling to do what is best for the galaxy?”

Traynor’s answer was immediate as it was deranged, “I’m so glad you took me in, Mistress!  I love it here!  I love pussy and cock!  I love sex!  I’ll take whatever seed you want!  I’ll take robot seed!  I’ll take futa seed!  I’ll take male seed if you want!  Please just let me jack off!”

An annoyed sigh came from the hallway outside, “Very well, pet.  You may jack off.”

Traynor needed no repetition of the permission.  She frantically reached for her prick and began stroking it in earnest.  EDI resumed her plowing as well.  This was one of the contingencies she’d been programmed with.  Traynor’s eyes flickered and her tongue lolled about with each combination of dick in her vagina and dick in her hand.  She pumped mindlessly ever seeking her goal.  Her breasts flopped about, drowning her chest in cream and her legs spasmed as she put all her effort into her masturbation.  Finally, as if it had been an eternity since her last climax, Traynor sunk all the way down onto EDI’s cock just as her own erupted in her hands.  Thick ropes of spunk mixed with the previously discharged milk and coated everything in sight, especially the two intertwined lovers.  Traynor’s eyes were so far back in her skull she looked like she was having a seizure.  She continued to jiggle about in EDI’s arms until she finally blacked out and went limp, breathing shallowly.  The robot carefully laid the maiden down on the table and began going about the work of cleaning up the mess they’d just created.  When Traynor next awoke, she’d doubtless be wanting to fuck some more and her personal EDI would be ready for it.

Outside the cell, Aria watched with a beaming smile.  She commented to herself as she finished up her notes, “It’s good that increasing pleasure with the pussy doesn’t also reduce the desire to use the cock.  We’ll need both after all.  We might need to implement some kind of shutoff with the hormonal lust overdrive.  That could be problematic in the general population.  Or maybe not.  It might be the key to getting our population back up.  In any event, I need to think about the next step.”  Aria stood in the middle of her facility and quickly examined the previous subjects.  Miss Williams was still furiously jacking off her proud member as she remained strapped to a table from the waist down.  Diana Allers remained in her odd, hunched over pose, her massive rack almost creating a single blob of flesh as she attempted to choke herself on her own cock.  Then there was Kasumi.  The thief was bound in a latex bondage suit that was suspended from the cell’s ceiling.  A pair of mechanical milking machines were attached to her artificially engorged teats while a mechanical pussy enclosed her cock in persistent grip of stimulation.  The three previous subjects and Aria’s newest would likely never be fit enough to exist outside their cells again, but they didn’t seem to mind.  Aria muttered to herself, “Basic control group… effects of the serum based on subject pre-existing assets… a means to enhance both male and female features… and finally… a means to ensure both parts get used.  We’ve made some excellent progress but we’re not there yet.  I want to move forward into breeding trials, but it’d probably be best to take things slow and one step at a time.  So far we’ve only had human subjects.  This gift is supposed to be for all races, not just one.  I think for subject number five I’ll go with a different flavor of lady.  And I’ve got just the one in mind…”

Chapter Text

The Justicar was no newbie when it came to Omega.  She’d been there before multiple times.  In particular, Samara had visited the desolate asteroid station before the Reaper War alongside Commander Shephard to track down one of her defiant daughters and bring her to heel.  The quest to eliminate Morinth had been emotionally trying for the Asari matriarch and secretly Samara had vowed to never return to the Goddess-forsaken hellhole.  But questions were beginning to be asked about the practices of the self-proclaimed queen of Omega.  Disappearances were commonplace enough in the Terminus Systems that a handful of maidens going missing was traditionally ignored.  But when the missing included several former comrades of the Savior of the Citadel, the interest by authorities went up.  For Samara, the assignment to investigate was a chance to uphold her vow of justice and assist the friends of her former liege.  For the overwhelmed C-Sec bureaucrats that sent her, she was just the next-in-line to dispatch.  In truth, Samara was next-in-line in multiple ways…

Her path from the decrepit docks to the heart of Omega was relatively straightforward.  Samara had briefly considered making a detour to visit where she’d had to crush the skull of her oldest daughter, but chose against it out of a sense of duty and desire to avoid such emotions.  Afterlife was its typical crowded scene.  The Justicar was somewhat revolted at how the citizens of Omega seemed to get back to their debauchery so quickly after billions had died.  In the end she viewed it as a coping mechanism.  Samara remembered her own youth of hedonism and spirit even in the face of tragedy.  She would not begrudge the distractions of others in spite of what had happened.  She would though hold Aria to account as the sole authority figure on the station.  What remained to be seen was whether the Pirate Queen would be helpful or not.  

When Samara approached the throne, the gangster seemed almost overjoyed to see her and the Justicar couldn’t help but feel immediately uneasy.  Aria grinned and declared, “Justicar!  How nice of you to visit us here on Omega!  If you’re here to assist in crime-fighting, the opportunities are endless!”

The red-clad, blue woman stifled her emotions and responded, “Aria, you can drop with the pleasantries and render assistance yourself.  You have done so when I was here before, and you can do so again.”

The uptightness seemed to jolt the other Asari and Aria sighed, “Very well.  Whatever can I do for you?”

Samara’s tone cooled slightly.  “Several high-profile visitors to your station have gone missing lately.  You are too well-informed to have this slip by your notice.  And yet you have not reported it yourself.”

The Justicar had paused for her words to sink in but Aria needed no moment to think.  The crime boss simply inspected her fingernails and replied, “If you know already, why would I need to report anything?  It’s not my job to keep you apprised of where your people are.”

Samara narrowed her piercing eyes.  “No, but failing to report when events of significance occur in such close proximity to you gives the sense that you may be involved.”

Now Aria laughed, “Well, of course I’m involved!  This is my kingdom, after all.”

The visiting matriarch pursed her lips as she struggled to comprehend any hidden meaning behind the cryptic words.  After a few moments, she began, “I…”

“I do know exactly what’s happened to your friends.  And I want to explain things.  But first…”

Aria hit a series of buttons on the control panel beside her on the couch.  A mechanical grinding sound filled the air as a series of panels began descending to block off the vantage point behind the crime boss.  Samara took notice as doors to the stairs on her right and left also closed.  Aria’s guards had already exited at some point and left the two Asari all alone.  When the panels finally creaked to a halt, the dance floor behind Aria was completely obscured and even the sound of the music was entirely muted.  Samara guessed that any conversation that occurred in Aria’s private booth would be sealed off from the outside world and free of eavesdroppers.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Samara inquired, “Alright, Aria.  We have privacy.  I’m assuming this means you don’t want whatever you’re going to tell me from getting out.”

Aria nodded, “Correct, Justicar.  I’m not ready for this information to be public knowledge yet, but I also would like to get your unobstructed opinion free of any judgement from outside.”

“Very well.  Truthfulness is required under the Justicar code.  But if you need assurances that my words will not be altered for fear of backlash, you shall have it.  What has happened to Shephard’s associates?”

Aria took a deep breath and began, “It’s a complicated answer.  First, I’d like to know your thoughts on the state of the galaxy after the Reaper War.”

Samara was perplexed and replied, “I have no groundbreaking opinions.  The war was devastating.  It will be decades, if not centuries before infrastructure is rebuilt to pre-war levels.  As for the population loss… There are many colonies that will never be homes again.  Some species may not truly recover at all.  I know the Quarians and Drell were already so low in numbers…”

The trail off in the Justicar’s voice gave Aria the chance to interject a new query.  “But what if there was a way to save these races?  What if there was a way to get population numbers across the galaxy back up to pre-Reaper levels in just a few short years?”

Samara placed a gloved hand on her waist and replied, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about beyond cloning.  Besides the logistical and ethical concerns at play with that though, it’s always been a finicky technology that often leads to madness.  I’m still not sure how any of this ties into my reason for being here…”

Aria held up a hand to silence the guest and explained, “I’m getting there.  You see, I’ve been working on an alternative to cloning in order to revive the birthrates and rebuild the galaxy.  So far the project has been very successful.”

The Justicar narrowed her eyes once more.  “Charity has never been your focus, Aria.  Neither has reproductive science research.  I’m not trying to insult you.  I’m sure you possess the talents, I just…”

“Yes, well it’s become a hobby of mine.  You could say I’m mixing philanthropy with pleasure.  And as for ‘why me?’  Well, it’s largely because I’m an Asari.  You know how few prominent members of our species are remaining?  Thessia and Ilium got curb-stomped hard.  I’m probably the only one with the resources and vision enough to make this happen.”

Samara decided to lean against one of the walls of the lounge as she asked, “What does being Asari have to do with anything?”

Aria grinned, “Call it evolutionary inspiration.  Our people have always benefited from a unique form of reproduction.  Don’t you think?  We live a thousand years with no drop off in fertility.  All members of our race are capable of having children.  And we can even reproduce with members of other species.  In many ways we have all the benefits of sexual reproduction without the drawbacks.”

Samara gritted her teeth and murmured, “There are drawbacks of their own.”

The host managed to catch the comment though and responded, “Yes, I suppose there are some… No matter.  Our unique style of reproduction is the key to repopulating the galaxy.”

The Justicar was perplexed and inquired, “Are you suggesting that the Asari use our abilities to birth as many children as possible?  Besides the moral implications of that on our society, it would not solve the problem.  They would only be Asari children.  The other races would still be low in numbers.”

Aria nodded, “Yes, it is for that reason that I wanted you to come.  I need your help in understanding a critical component of my project.”

There was something in the Queen of Omega’s tone that made Samara uncomfortable and she straightened out.  The Justicar eyed her host carefully and asked, “I shall humor you by requesting you clarify what you mean.”

The purple woman snickered, “Well, I’d like you to be my next test subject!  I need to make sure my product can manipulate Asari in the ways I want.  It worked nearly perfectly on the humans, but alien trials must be successful too.”

Samara’s eyes went wide with understanding as she exclaimed, “That’s what you’ve done with Lieutenant Commander Williams and the others!?  You’ve used them for medical testing?!  Have you completely lost your mind?!”

Aria sighed, “Ah, so you will not be joining willingly.  A pity.  I hope that will change when you see the benefits firsthand.  Oh well…”

Samara’s patience had worn out though and she was determined to put a stop to things right there in the moment.  Blue energy swirled around her fingers as she summoned her biotic power and prepared to attack.  The Justicar lunged forward in a split second and grabbed Aria by the throat.  Samara’s voice boomed, though still contained to the isolated room, “Submit!  You are no match for me!”

The purple Asari simply smirked and retorted, “I’ve always wondered which of us was tougher.  You may have more experience, but I’ll always be craftier.”  

The following biotic explosion shook the walls and threw the pair of women apart.  Aria had used some form of unfocused flare to break the contact.  The attack had drained the criminal of her kinetic barrier but seemed to also have stripped away the one from the red-suited matriarch.

Samara took note of the effects of the assault and grimaced.  Still, she was confident.  Channeling power in her right hand, the Justicar strode forward once more to deliver what she believed might be a killing blow.  

But Aria had other ideas.  The pirate queen pressed a button on a remote and the floor under Samara changed.  Cuffs of electricity sprang to life and clamped down on the Justicar’s wrists and ankles.  Samara cried out in pain as lightning ran through her body, but she was unable to break free or launch any more attacks of her own.

Aria laughed, “I hated when Petrovsky used this on me, but I’m finding being on the other end of it immensely satisfying.  Normally I’d let you dangle there awhile in agony, but I’m eager to get to work.  So, in that case…”  The purple alien slid a gauge on her remote and watched as Samara writhed in pain until she was completely driven unconscious.  

The last thing Samara heard before her blue eyelids instinctively fell shut was the crackling of more electricity and the demented giggling of her abducting host.

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Samara awoke to find herself in a rather similar situation to her predecessors with the exception of a few changes.  She was strapped down to a sort of examination table with her legs splayed somewhat apart.  She was relieved to find herself still in her tight red outfit, but was dismayed to discover that the zipper had been pulled down even further than she normally kept it.  Under standard circumstances, Samara kept the suit with a long v-neck so that the bulbous nature of her chest could be fully observed.  This was typical for Justicars as it often made their enemies distracted by the bouncing bosoms and easy to defeat.  But currently, Samara’s entire stomach and crotch were exposed to the entirety of the containment cell she was prisoner inside.  

With her arms tied down, Samara figured the only means of escape she might have would be her biotics.  However, as the matriarch attempted to draw upon her telekinetic powers, they seemed to not respond to her command.  Samara attempted several times to manipulate the dark energy without success until the door to the unit opened and Aria stepped inside.

The purple Asari noticed the struggling of her prisoner and decided to explain.  “I replaced your biotic amp with an inhibitor.  Can’t have you trying to send a singularity into my face while we’re at work, can we.”

Samara grunted through her unimpeded mouth, “You thought of everything.”

Aria smirked, “I try.  This is the importance of what’s at stake.  I’m not leaving things to chance.  I’m taking my work very seriously.  As I’m sure you do.”

The Justicar resisted the urge to roll her eyes and simply glared at her kidnapper.

The crime boss snorted and went on, “Well, since you were so eager to find the missing women, I’ll give you a treat.  I am still interested in your opinions after all…”

Aria hit a button on her omni-tool and four video screens descended from the ceiling.  They flickered to life and each displayed a different scene of depravity.  Samara’s eyes went wide as she observed the four other captives, in various states, held in the adjacent cells.  There was Ashley Williams with her proud member, furiously masturbating.  Diana Allers’ lips were locked around her own enormous cock as she gave herself a sloppy blowjob.  Kasumi grunted through her ballgag and latex bondage suit as her penis was pumped by machines and her inflated breasts milked for all their worth.  And Samantha Traynor screamed with delight as her pussy was violated by the robotic cock of an EDI-drone while it simultaneously gave her a hand-job.

Samara was revolted and winced as the lewd sounds of all four captives assaulted her ears.  She wanted to look away from the viewscreens but her positioning in her own cell made the only other option Aria herself.

The host sighed with glee, “Aren’t they magnificent?”

The captive Asari grunted, “You’re sick.”

Aria turned back towards the restrained Justicar and inquired, “Truly?  Many have done worse in pursuit of science.  As for these four, they are crucial in overcoming the shortcomings of nature in order to right the wrong of the Reapers.  Surely.  You can see the process at work here.”

Samara hissed, “This will never work, Aria.  You cannot make all races like the Asari.  You are messing with forces beyond your understanding.”

The pirate queen chuckled, “My understanding expands by the day.  As for the goal, it’s less about making everyone like us, and more about making everyone as functionally fertile as possible.  I had once thought about transitioning our specific process to other species but it proved far too complicated and unwieldy.  Alas, the link between telepathy and reproduction is not meant for all.  But I’ve found a better solution.”

“You want to make all females capable of impregnating other females.”

Aria nodded, “Yes.  With so many male soldiers and service personnel killed during the war, there are many women that will never find mates and have children.  Thanks to monogamy, we’ve artificially restrained the birthrate.  Now, everyone will be able to have children.  And lesbian relationships will be doubly productive as they can impregnate each other!”

Samara held her tongue.  There seemed to be nothing she could say to reason with the other Asari.  The overlapping moaning and pornographic displays behind Aria’s shoulders simply didn’t help the concoction of counterarguments either.  Ultimately, the Justicar resigned to asking, “So what do you want with me?  I’m not human.  And Asari can already breed with whomever they desire.”

The purple alien smirked again and replied, “True.  We can mate with anyone, regardless of race or sex.  But there is one problem there.  Surely, you can guess it.  Suppose an Asari and a female turian fall in love.  Happily ever after, right?”

Samara felt a cold chill go down her spine as she put things together.  “Please tell me this whole thing isn’t because of your failed relationship with that Kandros woman.”

The comment seemed to tick off Aria but she simply spat, “I am doing this for the good of the galaxy.  To answer my own question, no, not happily ever after if the goal is maximizing birthrates.  The Achilles heel for us Asari, as the humans say, is that we are only capable of conceiving on both ends if both partners are Asari.  In relationships with other races, our melding comes off somewhat parasitically, with only the Asari giving birth to another Asari.  The non-Asari is just kind of hanging on the side like a used handbag.”

“So that’s why I’m here then.  To be used as a test subject, like the others.  To see if you can grant Asari the ability to impregnate others instead of just being impregnated themselves.”  

Aria nodded in approval, “Mostly correct.  I won’t have you breeding with anyone.  No offense, but I haven’t figured out how to make sure you don’t spawn some kind of mixed race Ardat Yakshi.  You’ll just be a control subject for the addition of a big blue dick.”

The mention of her personal medical condition that resulted in murderous offspring might have upset Samara if the entire situation wasn’t already upsetting.  Still she managed to keep her cool and respond, “If that’s the case, why not simply test it on yourself?  Our plumbing is all the same after all.  Don’t you want this for the good of the galaxy?”  She had injected as much condescension as possible, but it was a foreign concept to her mannerisms and only succeeded in making Aria laugh.

“Well, I don’t exactly want to turn myself into a drooling bimbo slut!  That’s the whole point of these tests!  I’m perfecting things as I go.  What if I mess up and turn my mind into cock-craving mush?  The project would never get finished!”

“Yes, what a nightmare that would be.” 

Aria sighed, “You may not fully appreciate what I’m doing here, but it doesn’t matter.  Your data will still be useful and, if nothing else, I think I’ll enjoy watching you go from uptight warrior monk to mindless slattern.  And before you ask, the biotic inhibitor also negates your ability to mind meld.  I don’t need you trying to telepathically mate with me or any of the other subjects while drowning in lust.”

Samara’s mind raced as she attempted to think of something to say or do to buy more time or come up with an escape plan.  But as the pirate queen reached for the syringe, the Justicar knew she was beaten and there was nothing she could do.

Aria aimed the needle for Samara’s exposed privates as she declared, “One thing I am curious about is how big you’ll be.  There’s so many variables at play here.  A different species… Older age… Having already had children.  You’re quite tight and fresh for a thousand years.  I always appreciated that about us Asari.  No matter how old we get, we still are the epitome of desire.  I expect that’ll still be the case even after I give you the internal plumbing of both sexes of humanity.  Don’t worry.  You’re not going to start having a period now.  I’ve already accounted for that and made sure it’s no longer a factor.  I’m trying to maximize babies here.  Menstruation’s just wasting good eggs.”

Samara had literally no response to the demented ramblings and simply laid there as the syringe was stabbed into her genitals and its glowing contents injected inside her.

Aria stepped back and watched as the drug took its effects.  The patient’s breathing accelerated as the cocktail warped her body to mysterious purposes.  Samara struggled to stay still as she itched all over and her clitoris began to deform.  It slowly emerged from her folds and swelled outward.  The new cock continued to grow, even though flaccid, until it drooped across the table between Samara’s legs.  But the narcotic wasn’t finished yet as Samara’s chest and buttocks began to grow as well.  The red-scale fabric of her outfit strained as the orbs of blue flesh swelled outward.  While the lower sections of the jumpsuit managed to remain intake as Samara’s ass lifted her waist off the table like a vehicle being jacked up for repairs, her breasts could not be contained and soon burst out from the crotch-length v-neck.  The matriarch’s mammaries persisted in their development until each was bigger than the Asari’s head and perfectly spherical.  They were now so pronounced that, from her slightly reclined position, Samara could now see nothing in front of her save the four viewscreens of mutated humans.  The process of bimbofication and cock addition complete, Samara panted heavily under her massive rack and her eyes lazed about unfocussed.

Aria was especially proud of her work as she began gloating aloud, “Awesome!  A perfect transformation if I do say so myself!  With those knockers you’ll be able to produce so much milk.  I may have to hook you up like I did with Miss Goto.  Strange, I didn’t even add any breast augmenter to the serum this time.  It may be a result of your age, or perhaps because Asari are the ultimate feminine… Anyway, I see my addition of the extra aphrodisiac was warranted.  I figured a stuck up old bitch like you might be difficult to encourage.  But I…”

Samara wasn’t focused on the purple woman though.  She couldn’t have looked at her if she wanted to, given the two giant tits blocking her line of sight.  Instead, the deformed Justicar was focused intensely on the four live streams of the corrupted humans in other cells.  Samara’s eyes shifted from one to another as her lips managed to form a single word.

“Fuck.”

Samara’s utterance was so out-of-character and different in tone of voice than normal that Aria almost didn’t believe it.

The pirate queen hesitantly inquired, “What did you just say?”

Again, Samara’s voice repeated the word.  

“Fuck.”

The matriarch’s words were low and gravelly.  Aria watched with bewilderment as the new blue cock began to stiffen and swell without any stimulation at all.  The blue penis had started out at a length enviable by most pornstars, but as it became erect the result was shocking.  It wasn’t as long as Diana’s, who continued to facefuck herself on the videoscreen.  But it was much thicker.  Aria estimated Samara’s stiff prick was now as thick as her calf at its widest point.  The perverse organ would likely damage anyone attempting to take it without proper medicinal preparation.  

Aria noted the observation aloud from the side of the cell.  “Well, that’s a development.  I may have to put certain suppressants in the Asari doses.  It may be hard for a partner to conceive a child if the blue cock destroys her cunt.  Still though, it makes a good spread for Fornax.  Oh well, guess you missed your calling there, Justicar.”

“Fuck!”

This groan was more emphatic than the last two and began to worry Aria.  She had considered loosening Samara’s wrist restraints to enable masturbation but the deformed Asari was already starting to thrash against the bonds on her own.  With her enormous breasts giggling and her rigid member waving about, Samara continued to mutter her one-word vocabulary as she struggled to get free.

Aria watched in shock as a spurt of strength surged through the prisoner, enabling her to snap the two wrist shackles and bolt upright.  It was surprising tha Samara was able to get up at all given the addition of so much weight to her chest.  But as soon as her hands were free, Samara began furiously pumping her thick cock.  She continued to grunt like a caveman as she focused on the other prisoners being violated and stroked her own unnatural penis.

“Fuck.  Fuck.  Ass.”

Aria was startled by the new word in her subject’s grunting and contemplated aloud.  “Hmmmm, that’s odd.  I thought the serum was supposed to tailor the subjects to want to reproduce.  Ain’t gonna be any babies made back there…”

“Fuck.  Ass.  Fuck.”

Aria pursed her lips, “Does she was to fuck someone in the ass or does she want to get fucked in the ass?  Does she even understand the difference at this point?”

“Ass.  Fuck.  Ass.  Fuck.”

“Oh, fine.  Stupid Justicar matriarch whore.”  Aria pulled out her omnitool and commanded it to flash print an object.  In a moment the wrist-held computer generated a large buttplug the texture of silicone.  Aria then maneuvered in front of the masturbating prisoner, who could not be bothered to notice the host, and aimed the fresh sex toy as Samara’s exposed rectum.  Though no modifications to the older Asari’s anus had been made, the flow of juices from her swollen pussy meant it was fully lubricated without any effort from the toy’s creator.  With a sigh, Aria pressed the silicone plug into the restrained woman’s taint until it settled nicely with its flair flush with the slut’s sphincter.

But it seemed not enough to satisfy fully.

“More Fuck.  Ass.  More Fuck.”

Aria groaned, “Seriously?  I guess I really overdid it with the aphrodisiac.”

“More Fuck.  More Ass.  Fuck.  Fuck.”

“Fine, then.  Take this.”

Aria aimed her omnitool at the exposed part of the buttplug and commanded it to add more.  A stream of printer gel was sent at the object causing it to grow in length and girth.  Samara gurgled with pleasure as her ass was stretched out.  But her requests still kept coming.

“More.  More.  More.  Fuck.  Ass.”

Aria obliged and continued to increase the size of the plug rammed into her test subject’s rear end.  The object grew and grew until it was larger than any sex toy Aria had seen in her many years working the erotic industry.  Though the slut on the table seemed to want even more, Aria stopped out of fear Samara’s rectum might split.

Though her ass was filled to the brim and her hands were furiously pumping her shaft, it seemed as though nothing could satisfy Samara and send her over the edge into orgasm.  As Aria began to wonder if the pile of flesh and lust before her would ever climax, a new word entered the mix.

“Woman.  Fuck.  Woman.”

Samara’s eyes were glued to the moving image of Ashley and her hearing tuned in to that particular human’s lewd squelching.  Aria studied her pet’s fascination with the other test subject as Samara continued to utter her garbled nonsense.

“Fuck.  Ass.  Woman.  Fuck.

It was becoming too much for Aria to try to translate and so she thought aloud again.  “Ok, it’s not the aphrodisiac.  I think.  Maybe she can’t cum without being with a woman?  But does she want the pussy or the ass?  Ugh, this is going to require so much tailoring.  I was stupid for trying to just have fun with her.”

“Fuck.  Woman.”

“Yeah, yeah.  You want to fuck a woman.  But I don’t think it’s a good idea.  You’d probably break her at worst and knock her up at best.  I don’t want either of those things to happen because you’re both control groups and I don’t know why I’m even trying to explain these things because your mind is now mush and I…”

Aria trailed off as she caught herself monologuing.  But that wasn’t what truly stopped her words.  Samara had stopped pumping her cock and sat still.  Through a small gap in her bowling ball sized udders and flagpole of a prick, the former Justicar had caught sight of the other being in the cell.  In her clumsiness, Aria moved to the one spot that Samara could see her from her current position.  Sweat beaded up on the crime boss’ brow as the tone of the utterances shifted to one of amazement.

“Fuck Woman.”

“Oh, shit.”

The leg restraints pinning Samara to the table shattered in an instant as the mutated Asari vaulted off the medical work surface and made a beeline for the purple alien.  Aria attempted to dodge the incoming mass of flesh but was too slow and the resulting collision knocked the air out of her lungs.  When she came to, she found that the demented matriarch had pinned her to the ground and was clumsily attempting to rip off her clothing.  As if having the weight of another person, especially one as enhanced in the breast and ass department, on top of her wasn’t bad enough, Samara’s stiff cock landed on Aria’s face like a weighted mallet.  The musky scent was sickening and it was so wide that it acted like a blindfold for the captor-turned-captive.  Aria felt almost helpless as she felt fingernails shredding her leather jacket and black bodysuit.  

“Fuck Woman!  Fuck Woman!  Fuck Woman!”

As she mindlessly attempted to disrobe her unwilling partner, Samara unconsciously gyrated about and further stimulated the massive buttplug lodged in her behind.  Aria’s breasts were now exposed enough to enthrall the fiend.

“Boobs!  Fuck!  Boobs!”

Aria grunted undignified as the massive cock was forced between her mammaries and thrust about.  Her mind raced for options before things devolved further.  Frantically she attempted to shove the other Asari off her but only succeeded in what amounted to a playful slap to Samara’s massive teats.  It did not produce the intended result.

“Fuck!  Fuck Boobs!  Fuck Woman!”

Samara lifted her huge cock up and let it fall once more across Aria’s face.  The meaty smack stunned for a moment and the futanarized Asari took the opportunity to line up her massive rod with Aria’s ajar mouth.

Aria knew it was now or never.  The penis was so wide it might break her jaw if inserted.  Worse, if Samara managed to ejaculate down the other Asari’s throat, Aria was likely to drown.  There were no other options.  The crime boss understood what she had to do if she was ever going to escape.  With one hand she frantically searched forward to find the sopping elastic cunt of the blue alien.  Aria’s whole hand was swallowed by the pussy as she attempted to fulfill the demon’s desire.  Then, as Samara began to quiver, Aria wrapped as much of her other hand as she could around the thickness preparing to choke her and stroked towards the base with all the biotically enhanced strength she could muster.

Samara let out one last utterance.

“Fuck!”

A torrent of blue cum erupted from the tip of the erect penis and plastered everything.  Aria had managed to shut her eyes just in time to avoid being blinded but was otherwise thoroughly coated.  Samara’s load took nearly a minute to finish spurting and afterward she wobbled and teetered to the side.  Aria ignored the cum dripping from her own face and pushed with all her strength to dislodge the assaulter.  Samara slid on all the assorted fluids and fell over, her giant jugs causing tsunamis of jizz and vaginal fluid upon impact with the floor.

Aria frantically scrambled to her feet as Samara began to stir once again.  Though her boots struggled to find purchase on the soaked floor, Aria managed to reach the door to the cell and open it as she heard gurgling and movement behind her.  The pirate queen was through the portal in an instant and turned to see the shambling flesh of Samara attempting to make its way after her.  The former Justicar’s limbs were now inadequate to carry the weight of her various assets and she crawled more than anything else, but Aria was in no mood to be trapped under the lust-addled Asari again.  She manually slammed the door to the cell shut without a second thought, abandoning any equipment or scraps of clothing behind.

Once in the muted and safe hallway between the containment cells, Aria took stock of her condition.  Nothing seemed to be broken but her clothes were completely shredded beyond repair and she was fully coated in dank ejaculate from head to toe.

“Note to self.  Never enter that room again.  I might need another EDI bot or something before she tries breaking down the walls to rape my other subjects.”

Aria, though still completely disheveled, glanced down the hall at her collection of deformed women.

“Well, I’ve proven I can do it to non-humans now.  Even the mighty Asari can be used as inseminators now.  It will surely take some tweaking, but all in good time.  In terms of my next step, I need to improve my delivery method.  Honestly, I probably should have done that first.  I can’t be expected to manually inject every female in the galaxy.  Additionally, what to do about those who are resistant to foreign substances in their bodies…”

Aria went off with a smirk to clean herself up and prepare for the next subject of her twisted experiment.