Erotica Anthology #8

Mind Break

#43

Mind Break

Where all female spaceship crews are put into slavery and attacked with different alien c***s from every direction (gangbang, multiple penetrations, holes expansion).

Normandy SR-2 is on its way, heading back towards the Milky Way galaxy for a visiting stop when they abruptly receive a distress signal from an incoming unidentified vessel. It appears to have lost its thruster power, most of the external engines damaged from attacks.

Despite its damaged state, the fleet is actually gigantic, possessing a much bigger capacity in comparison to their starship, it’s size measures up to ten times the extent. They are a bit wary about it at first, but Commander Shepard dispatches a command to help the crew of that vessel, allowing the starship to approach the failing vessel.

They wonder what or who has actually gotten their hands on this vessel, allowing such destruction upon such a massive piece of machinery.

A dispatch crew is prepared, ready to advance into this unknown territory.

When they dock at the fleet, its internal structure reveals to have looked almost as dead as its outer shell. None of the lights are active inside the vessel, so the dispatched crew has to utilize their own equipment when venture inside. They attempt to reach out to the signal sender, but only met with silence, before the same distress call is repeated again into their audio station.

Part of the crew are still venturing inside the seemingly empty vessel while the rest stays inside Normandy SR-2. It is after a while before they begin to suspect that the call is an error after all, and that there is actually no one left inside the vessel. Just when they are about to call back the dispatched crew, they begin to notice movements within one of its ghostly hallways.

The crews are split, and suddenly everything happens at once. Screams fill their communication channel, deafening most of the crew who listens. The sound distracts their focus, and the shadows make use of that chance to attack, catching them in surprise.

Pirates! This is a trap and they have walked right into one.

The Normandy crews remain vigilance, shooting at any hostile attackers. But the enemy’s numbers are large, growing more massive as they begin to reveal themselves from the dark. Suits in masks, spiked four-legged beasts; dozens— no, hundreds of them. They start flooding in the confined space like a virus, crushing against the crews’ defenses like a tsunami. The Normandy crews are helpless against this assault, and as the result they get cornered in and captured by their enemies.

They are stripped them of their weapons, all bound and restrained thoroughly, arms tied behind their backs and legs bound together, before gathering them in a very large open hall. They seem to have been placed at the center of the fleet, where thousands of their enemies gather around them, surrounding them in a tight-fitting mass. The Normandy crews are in a disadvantaged state; there is no way they can defeat so many of them and escape.

They seem to have categorized their captives, separating the female from the male. Some of them are having a hard time trying to tell apart some starship crews, so they violently rip their clothes, aiming for the crotch area to check for better confirmation.

Some of the suits are even vile enough to feel around the obviously female cunt, drawing in their fingers inside the tight hole until the female crews start to struggle desperately, groaning from the pain. Once satisfied with the result after “checking” these females thoroughly, the gloved fingers pull out, only to gather some flow of obviously glistening juices that stick to their fingers.

“Impressive,” one of them who is wearing a very large suit says after witnessing this, before giving the order. “Kill them,” he says coldly, before the soldiers begin to aim their guns. Not at all of them, but just the males. They blow their crew members’ brains out right in front of them, purposefully, so that these females will know that there will be no help to come for them. These females are all they have left for each other.

The impact of the scene is so horrifying that some of them can not help but cry out loud, despondent by their losses. These men are not just their co-workers; they have become some of their closest friends. They have worked with them for so many years, facing danger during various missions together. They can not believe that they are really gone. But the proof is there, written in blood and gore, and now they have to gather themselves and be strong; be ready for the fate that these monsters are about to condemn them to.

“ Samara & Ashley ”

They split the crews around. Samara and Ashley are lucky to be bundled together, ready to scheme their escape plan. They are handed over to the Varrens; they are a type of omnivores that are known to prefer living preys. If they are going to be eaten, then these women do not have much time left. There appears to be herds of these creatures. If they want to succeed, they will have to act quick. Now or never.

Samara begins by abruptly throwing her body to the side, attempting to catch them off guard. But Varrens have such keen sense of smell, and these beasts can already predict their movements even before the impacts.

The distraction attempt failed, but Ashley still tries to fend for herself, smashing her body against one of the Varrens. The four-legged beast simply growls back in annoyance at her, unmoved; a pair of vicious red eyes glaring back at her.

Another Varren tears through the herd. This one is different, looking much more vicious compared to the others. The upper half of its head and spine is built from machine, while its living flesh is covered in many battle scars. It sets his eyes on Samara first, before taking off towards her.

The female attempts to dodge, driven by instinct, only to find out that she has sprained her ankle when she tries to move her weight, failing when she needs her legs to work the most. Bracing herself from the impact, the Varren knocks her down with its two front legs, toppling her over to her back. Her breasts made a jiggle from the blow, testing the tight strain of her suit until the slit is ridden further apart until they are barely hanging in there, wedged still solely by the hardened n*****s that have been resulted from the cold air that envelops the room.

The hybrid Varren does not waste its time, using the humanoid-made horn attached to its head to reap through the area in between her legs, tearing the crotch area of Samara’s suit, exposing her fair sapphire blue skin. It then steps in between her parted legs, lowering his bottom half towards her until she can see the engorged d**k that he seems to have prepared for her.

No . . . This can’t be. Is this what they had intended to do when these damn pirates killed their comrades? To make these females their . . . what, their f**k toys? Is that why they are giving to these damn man eating canines? Bastards! And like hell she is going to just stand there while this beast takes her.

However, it is not just that one hybrid canine that is interested in her; the whole herd is. They are all standing in a stance, waiting for their turn. Another Varren approaches Ashley — this one is an Alpha; she can tell from the maroon colored skin. Using his sharp fangs, he clasps his jaws around Ashley’s mount, before ripping her suit open, allowing her cleanly shaven cunt and asshole to be exposed to the cold air, causing her skin to raise from fear and the chilling temperature.

Things are bound to get very hot soon, because judging from the lethal gleam of their crimson eyes, these Varrens are not planning to let them rest anywhere near soon. There seems to be hundreds of them in number, while there are only two of them. How are these females going to get through this? The Varrens choose to answer them by mounting them, taking turns jabbing into their tight little ass.

The females scream, not used to such violent assaults, especially when they are unprepared. These Varrens do not give a single f**k to them though, too hungry for the taste of their tight warm holes of their asses. Their c***s are huge, measuring as wide as the width of their arms. Their girths are pushing into their back entrances so much that the muscles there clench down around them so hard automatically, as if not planning to let them go. As a result, the forced coupling hurts Samara and Ashley even more, tearing the soft tissues at the outer layer there to make room for the continuous assaults, while these beasts’ vicious lengths are busy puncturing through the very depths of their back passage; invading the unprepared canals. Their c***s seep through the tight fitting tunnels, parting these females’ insides more and more as they go, burying their puncturing c***s until the repeated dry friction causes heat to rise up from their lower halves, building up something promising — though whether it is a good news or not will depend on the perspective.

Thanks to the drills inside her ass, the front slit on Samara’s chest continues to be pushed apart, her firm breasts bouncing at every thrust. The hybrid Varren moves in and out from her injured hole like a machine; a steady jabbing that has been programmed to perfection, that knows when to increase the speed when her body begins getting used to the slacking prods. Part of his c**k had been reconstructed, and the contact had been too cold to the touch when he started pressing the head against her tiny rosebud. Different from a normal organism however, the c**k is part machine, part humanoid, allowing the hybrid Varren to keep f*****g her ass for a very long period of time.

His length is massive, unlike anything she has ever felt before. The hybrid Varren occupies her tight little asshole to the brim of her full capacity, to the point that he might have ripped her back entrance a little. With this position, he worked around her restrains to his advantage, preventing her from fighting him off while getting the most access to her rectum. She can certainly feel the stinging pain becoming even more prominent when she tries to close around her rosebud, the opening clenching around the stiff demonic length, preventing her anus muscles from relaxing and going back to its original shape.

When the materials of her suit can not contain her anymore, her breasts pop out from one powerful thrusts, allowing the hybrid Varren to feast upon the laid out lumps.

Another Varren joins in, thrusting his c**k to her mouth while his heavy balls are resting under her chin, tingling at her neck.

A third canine beast joins in, waggling his c**k in between her now fully exposed breasts.

Gang-raped by all three Varrens at the same time, Samara can not help but to be overwhelmed with utter disgust. How dare these low lives touch and mount her like a b***h like this! The blue skinned alien gagged when the Varren in her mouth begins squirting out his pre-c*m, almost seeming too eager to fill up her throat. Her entire body refuses their advances, especially their vile sperm! She is not some sort of livestock for them to take advantage of.

Despite the female’s clear refusal however, the Varrens keep on mounting her, thrusting their c***s until sharp band of release throttle their c***s, demanding to spurt into this amazing slave. The female is still fiery, fighting off their pummeling c***s, but her struggles only make their mating even much more exciting. Her struggles excite them, yet the clueless female still try to fuel them up, unaware that her own actions are starting this path of turning her into their very own willing vessel. The f**k toy rebels under their attentions, obviously already aware of what is coming to her when their c***s tighten inside her depths.

The hybrid Varren moves, this time to her cunt, taking the first step in filling up her womb with his demonic seeds, slipping through her slits and shooting inside her just at the nick of time. For something that is throbbing at the edge of his control, the half machine creature shows his restrains well by cumming inside her birth canal just when he is so close to the edge. The penetration does not hurt her as much as the beast would like to think it does to her, however, as she has pushed out a child through the passage before. It still stings a little bit when he forced his way in when her front channel is still dry, even though the dark depths does not stay dry for long.

Another Varren takes the hybrid’s previous place at her ass. The rest of the Varrens release their c*m inside and on her, choking up her throat until she can not swallow the semen anymore while coloring the skin of her chest with the similar sticky white liquid, before rotating from their stations, taking in new places and working their way from top to bottom, eventually greeting her c*m stained ass and emptied themselves out inside her womb. Once the group of Varrens is done with her, another batch will soon take their places, filling her up again and again like there is no tomorrow. But there still appears to be dozens of countless c***s still eager for a taste of her depths, to fill her up with their potent seeds so that she can spawn more of her numbers, while she only has three working holes to be properly explored. Samara can not take them all in, even when her fellow crew mate is also being forced to serve their c***s alongside her. There are still too many Varrens who has not gotten their chance in indulging themselves inside these females yet; and judging from their heavy panting, they are turning impatient pretty fast.

The Varrens’ hot-arching pricks keep rocking back and forth into the female f**k toys’ hot, dark wet places, plundering balls deep at every thrust until they both go floppy, breathing like tormented blackbirds, as if they were in labor already. But they are laborly working for these canines, their inner walls fishing, milking, tearing every drop of c*m their kind has to give, even when they so strong-headedly refuse to give in to them. Well, they shall see. It will not be long before these beasts will fill them up for so many times over, f*****g these females’ holes so hard and fast until there will be nothing more left but mindless toys to c*m inside with.

Meanwhile, Ashley is trapped in her own current predicament as well. She is not faring any better than Samara, being turned to her front and having her anus stuffed by multiple four-legged beasts at the same time to the fullest, all struggling to earn a spot to be inside her. The Varrens’ faces turn tight and dark while they come closer to their release. Their hips continue pistoning in and out against her buttocks. It gets too crowded inside her ass by the time three Varrens are going inside her at the same time.

It was not that bad at first. One Varren slips his c**k inside her ass and started thrusting, but then another just had to step in and add up his own prick from behind the other Varren. The two c***s are fighting against each other, both trying to claim something inside her asshole. Her human body can not take such assault, so it bleeds in return. After a while, Ashley starts to get used to it, until a third one dares to slip himself in and sneak inside as well, copying the action of the second Varren. Now her asshole has become too stretched out until the walls inside her become a tight fit to these three beasts.

She has no idea what has gotten into these canines that they might think they can get something out of f*****g her in the ass like this. How could they mistake her for one of their own? The more she thinks about it, the more bothered she is by the thoughts. Her suspicion grows and grows, expanding as big as the hole they are trying to tear at her rectum.

The walls of her back passage eventually clamp down tightly, her body instinctively begging for them to give her asshole some drink, despite her clear mental refusal. For some time, the only thing she can hear is the lewd sounds of her ass being smashed and rubbed hard by multiple d***s as the herd of Varrens pump into her ass, in and out like a machine, reaping the outline of her anus along the way. They f**k her hard and fast until there is nothing there left but a mindless hole to fill. And when they finally burst inside her dark passage, they fill her ass right up until multitude of droplets begin to cascade from the back entrance, c*m leaking and covering the female human’s inner thighs.

Reeking of s*x, Ashley pants for oxygen, head dizzy from the crowding claims of her poor anus.

More Varrens trooped in on the floor, taking her by the mouth, breasts and p***y. They move so fast and fill her up so big, she can barely keep up by the time she reaches her fifth batch. These canines fill her up so tight; leaking their pre-c*m all over her mouth, forcing her to drink until there is only their c*m filling her digestive system. But they do not stop there. Their thick c*m sticks all over the place, seeping through the roots of her hair, the nape of her neck, the valley of her breasts, all of the way down to her stomach and most forbidden place. They always make sure to finish inside her p***y, becoming her enema.

Ashley tries to fight these creatures. God, she hates them! But what exactly can she do, where all of her four limbs are being bound so hard that these dogs are taking advantage of her bound until the rope like restrains dig into her skin and draw more blood out of her body; where she is surrounded by so many of them without even barely being given a room to breathe air with. These canines do not care even even when f*****g her this hard and rowdily are going to prevent her from inhaling oxygen properly; some even purposefully stuffed her up until she is gasping for air, choking, all thanks to the continuous pressure that keeps coming at her nether region.

The human is the first to succumb to the Varrens. They can see the change in her when her inner walls stop clenching up so tightly from the tension of her body. She is no longer refusing their c***s when they stuffed these things into her holes — not even when she is perfectly aware of what the repeating release inside her womb can do to her fertile body.

Yes, they have checked. These Varrens have very keen sense of smell. They can tell when a woman is in heat, when they are in their most potent state to reach pregnancy, and even down to when they start being with child. And as time progress and more semen floods, they can start listening to the changes inside the human female’s body.

What is the point of fight? Ashley has been fighting until she is hurt all over, until she can not and passed out for a couple of times because her mortal shell just can not take it anymore. Still, the human female makes no progress towards her freedom, while these damn dogs continue assaulting her holes to the point that she is drenched with their c**k puree from all over. She has been beyond the point of being stretched. They have loosened her up until her ring muscles shag around their penetrating girths. They f**k her up until she is filled up good with their jizz, the creamy white goo slowly making their way out from her canals thanks to the many contributions she is forced to receive, the very seeds slogging out from her entrances.

Her mouth, her p***y, her ass, even the very air she breathes in! She can not escape from the devouring scents of their seeds. She is reeking of them, being overstuffed with so many c***s at once, for multitudes of times until she can not tell where her own body fluids begins and theirs start. Yes, the great Ashley has cummed for her foes. Her assailants have claimed her from so many places for God knows how many, until she can not escape from the pungent, hateful scents of their expulsions. Her womb is so full from the excessive spit of their d***s until she can hear the liquid stuffed inside her move at every rocking motion.

So, since her body is already succumbing so well for these vile creatures, why not she just accept them? It’s not so hard. Once she stops thinking, stops caring, Ashley becomes stress free. And when she does, taking in half a dozen of c***s becomes like breeze to her.

“You want to breed me, you filthy dogs? Fine, come and get me. Fill me up good with your seeds. Perhaps you can even get a chance to breed with your own spawn. c*m! c*m inside her, take your filthy hot rods inside her and c*m. Take you, you filthy beasts!” she shouts against the c**k in her mouth, riling these furry creatures even more, causing a series of howls to break out while they begin picking up their paces real good, claiming her dark depths with newfound vigor.

Samara weeps inside when she witnesses her fellow crew mate break down. But unlike the human female, Samara is not going to give in, for she is a true and noble warrior before anything else. The blue skinned female still has a legacy to carry, and she will not give up; not for herself, and certainly not for her teammates. They can give up, but the fire inside her will not be extinguished — not even by seas of demonic seeds and devil spawns. She is a proud knight, and the passion for justice inside her is untouchable.

. . . . .

“ Miranda & Kasumi ”

Miranda and Kasumi are not so lucky. They have been handpicked by the pirate leaders themselves, to be made the main dish and serve the hundreds of thousands of Krogan subordinates.

These pirates have stripped them down off their dignity, rendering Kasumi only to her hood and Miranda to her slutty, skimpy pair of underwear. As soon as they are stripped from their suits and armors, they are condemned to even bigger, heavier restrains. The loads weigh around several pounds each, four dead weights attached to their four limbs around their wrists and ankles.

They are forced into a kneeling position, to be on all fours for the rest of their slavery. These Krogans are not shy in punishing them. If these females dare to make a stand out of their condemnation, any nearby Krogan will unzip the front of his armored suit and begin slapping them with their flaccid c**k as punishment, stopping only after he has become completely hard. And after that, they will proceed by stuffing their c***s inside these female, taking them from all three different depths according to their preference.

It is a shameful degradation, to be made from perfectly engineered soldier and skillful thief, only to be reduced down to dogs with no rights, who are to be used as c*m buckets the way a bunch of giant talking frogs please. They fight all of the way through in the beginning, not willing to receive such a crude fate.

But then once they make these female humans accustomed to their c***s and c*m, pumping up into their dark depths nonstop until they become addicted to the assaults instead. The victims become a willing victim, and their holes become willing vessels. The Krogans c*m buckets are now perfectly reformed and disciplined.

When they c*m, these gigantic sized Krogans will not just simply squirt liquid into these females’ depths; they are pumping out spheres of their sperm eggs, which come in the form of tiny round orbs. A male Krogan can release around a pint of these stuffs, sometimes even up to a litter. This type of c*m is nothing like what the Miranda and Kasumi have ever experienced before, and the weird feel of the round texture dancing and rubbing inside their walls freak them out every time, their disgust urging them to hurl the c*m back out. Too bad that these Krogans also spurt out thick slime along the eggs, preventing the c*m from spilling out much.

Now these females know when to take a c**k in — whether it is to their mouth, breasts, p***y or ass; know well when to be quiet and receptive, and learns to scream on the top of their lungs for long period of time when desired. The supposedly capable fighters have been reduced to becoming just another hole to fill, degrading their warrior pride and reducing them down to nothing more, to be used like a piece of equipment.

They still show signs of rebellious strikes however, and the Krogans are more than happy to re-educate these f**k toys into their proper stations.

Kasumi will be disciplined by two Krogan pirates at the same time; one pressuring his hand at the back of her head in order to take him his large stiff c**k while the other is busy thrusting in and out of her rectum in incredible speed. Body trapped from both ends, the thief will not be in a position to run her mouth for any streaky comment anymore, too preoccupied being hammered from two opposite ends. During this time, her breasts will shake and her cunt will clench, thanks to the continuously repeated attacks.

Kasumi can not even take in more than a half length of a hard c**k, let alone enveloping the Krogan’s entire length inside her mouth. But they have their ways of breaking in a stubborn toy, even when the toy is not made to bend that way. Same goes with her ass.

At the same time, Miranda is being stuffed inside a hole, her two ends sticking out from different sides of the wall. Unlike Kasumi, who can still be more mobile than her, this condition prevents her from moving much, except when she thrashes and shakes when the Krogans are f*****g her. She might possibly be able to anticipate who is coming to her upper end, sticking their stinky slimy c**k into her mouth two or three at a time for release, but she can never tell when one is at her back, until their fat c***s are stuffed inside one of her holes. Sometimes she gets only one tease, but more often times, they go at her in numbers. Someone will stick his c**k inside her cunt first, and then another will find himself inside her ass soon after. They will move in and out of her in alternation, pumping her until she is full of their seeds. Their c*m will stick inside her, the liquid more glutinous compared to any other c*m she has ever received during mutual copulation, much more stubborn to get out.

Having a beautiful face and the perfect body makes her highly desirable. There is not day to it that goes by without the Krogans’ c***s can stay away from her for long. Her holes are as addictive to them as their c*m begin to get to her senses. They like her asshole the most though. She can tell by the way they like to tease their way into her shitter, trailing wet pre-c*m all over her naked ass before finally entering her wholly through her tight pucker, pushing their way through the tight little tunnel until her muscles remember every single shape of the c***s that have ventured their way inside her.

She will kill them! She will kill all of these damn bastards! How dare they touch her like this? Treat her like this? She is a proud military soldier, damn it! Not to be used for some damn frogs’ s****l release! She hates it! She hates it when they f**k her by force. Miranda always make sure to glare openly at anyone who comes her way through the upper half. She does not care that these Krogan pirates will just punish her with their c***s — either way, she will get their c***s in the end without being in a position to refuse it. They have made sure that she will not stand a chance against their attacks, even if she gives her all to fight.

Kasumi prides herself to be invincible. She has never been caught before, never been captured during her missions. But this spacecraft is one hell of a ship that she can never escape from. Believe her, she has tried, but these damn Krogans will never leave her alone. When they are done with her, more of them will come flooding in, gathering around her, sticking their slimy fat c***s into her depths like she is some sort of oasis in a desert, so hungry for a taste of her that she is never left alone to clean herself — not that they will allow her to. She is so full of Krogan’s thick stinky c*m that she can not escape from their claiming scents, which soon begin to overwhelm her body to the point that they take permanent residence inside her. They forced her to swallow their c*m to the point that swallowing any other food make her want to throw up. Her digestive system is f****d up. Some of the dense goo of c*m is too sticky that she might risk getting choked to death just for swallowing them. They are too thick and dense for a human like her to drink, but these damn oversized frogs do not give a damn!

She has tried to refuse their advances, but it will only push them to punish her even more, filling all three of her holes until she is repleted by them, their thick rich c**k sticking stubbornly inside her dark depths without her being in a position to get any of them out much. Their seeds persistently stick to the walls of her inner muscles without letting her go for just one bit. She tries squeezing them out using her muscles, but she can only go as far as allowing a drop or two, before more Krogans come in and f**k her raw, leaving even more c*m inside her body, more than she first ended up with.

It is cruel, what these pirates are doing to them, though they bet the others can not manage as well. They are using the female crews as they please; they do not see them as people, but objects that is to be used freely for their s****l release. They are no better than a set of machinery, but their pride and dignity is crushed, depleted beyond repair every time their c***s manage to find their way inside their tight holes and hammer their way in until they emptied out their sticky release.

They punctured them so deep, so full, until these female humans has no other way to escape but to accept their contributions. They try to escape from their touch — oh, they do! — but the numbers of Krogans are way too many; they are too powerful and just simply too much for these human bodies to take. These women are far from being fragile, but there is a limit to how many huge c***s can make their way inside. Their depths are too tights, not engineered for non-stop f*****g like this. If these Krogans continue to persistently keep it up like this, sooner or later, their once sought after plunging depths will be reduced to nothing more than loose, used dickspit kettles.

They can not let this humiliation goes any further; they already have enough frog seeds inside of them that these women can feel their cursed seeds working through their insides, trying to take roots. Thousands, if not millions of their frog eggs have been laid inside their womanly bits, trying to work their way up and find residence inside their womb — not that their genes and internal production system will match, but they just simply can not continue on like this. If they continue torturing these women like this, even the toughest soldier will break.

When it is their armors and combat suits that they have stripped from these proud women, it is not just their clothes that they took away; they also took their pride. They render these proud military warriors into f**k toys that they can use as they please, and this restrained life is slowly getting into these women.

Forcing them on all fours twenty-four seven is causing some serious damage to Miranda and Kasumi. Not only are they treated like dogs, they are also fed and f****d like mere dogs. They can not speak, only panting and barking like one. If they break out of their role, these Krogans will not be hesitant in punishing them, filling their holes with their c***s and c*m until these females forget what they were supposed to do in the beginning. They are merciless, working these two human females until they are nothing but some used up c*m sponge. Kasumi and Miranda’s holes are so deteriorated that the walls of their throat, v****a and rectum is battered beyond repair, the once tight and youthful holes now look like they have been so used to the extent that they now appear to have aged several decades older within the span of weeks, the once pressuring walls debilitated after being stuffed with so many c***s for multiple times without rest, shagging out from their depths and are now yanked out into the light.

They f**k Miranda until the strings of her underwear is no longer covering her, but framing her assets. The strings become loose thanks to how many times they have shaken her body up, the fabrics that conceal her n*****s are now framing around the outline of her t**s instead, while the patch on her crotch is pushed to the side so far from the flesh she wants to hide it under with, the material is practically digging into one of the joints of her groin. They do not even bother to remove the women’s clothes, because they no longer feel the need to reveal anymore skin than they already do. In fact, these women has never looked more attractive with the so little remaining parts of their clothes disarrayed around their taut body like this.

The Krogans used them up until their bodies start to change. Their bone structure eventually adjust to the crawling beings that they have been sentenced to, allowing them to move even more agile while being on all fours, all thanks to the many hours they have spent non-stop in that position. Now, if they try to stand up, they will miserably fail to do so, because their body can no longer withstand the pressuring weight. Their palms and knees are the new soles of their limbs now, not their feet sole.

As presents for being such obedient dogs that they are, the pirates gave them golden collars around their necks, which are attached to their own golden chains. The Krogans will use these leashes to pull at their neck, especially during copulation, so that it can help them gain even more pleasure. Choking these female during s*x proves to serve as a stimulus to help their depths clench down around their c***s even further, eventually helping them to produce more c*m to spill inside.

Such firmness; such perfectly good asses! These suited pirates will never have enough of dwelling inside these females. No matter where they go, anal proves to be the best place to f**k.

Miranda and Kasumi like to think themselves better, but the billions of molecule frog eggs that are stuffed inside them will always make them do otherwise. It excites them when the Krogans’ c*m rubs against their walls. They thought it was disgusting at first, but then they really gets to grow to love it overtime, especially the sensations of having billions of sphere specs swimming inside their dark tunnels, which begins to slowly delight them to no end. The once hated substance gradually become the most drink they sought after in the end. This encourages the duo to become more receptive towards the Krogans’ c***s, slowly but sure beginning to move their bodies to the beat of the s*x, eventually participating in their own repeated rape.

They may not like how they were threatened at first, but they are not crazy about being used. They begin anticipating the Krogans’ c***s with delight in their eyes. There is still some pride left in their eyes, no doubt, but that fire has been replaced with a new heat, burning for something else entirely despicable.

“Yes, that’s it. Burry yourself into my perfectly designed ass. I know you love it,” is what Miranda will say, if she were allowed to speak.

“Catch me, and trap me with your c***s. Maul me up, honor me with your c*m until there is only that very seeds of yours that I wish to steal,” Kasumi ponders in her mind.

“ Jack ”

As soon as Jack is taken, she is stripped to nothing and stuffed inside a very dark, confined room, only to discover that it is just a box, the size barely enough to keep her body inside. The pirates made sure to stick only the cleavage of her tattooed ass out, attaching internal contraptions inside the square box to prevent her from moving her ass in or out of the hole.

They have also somehow figure out that she is a biotic, so they put a cryogenic stasis device on her after she was caught, along with everybody else. If not, they would have gotten themselves out of this hell-hole since long ago.

Stuck inside the box, she can’t see nor move. c***s come and go at her. Sometimes there seems to be some lone c***s coming her way; which can be considered at her lucky moments. But there are times more often than not when they arrive in group, trying to occupy the tiny little hole she calls her anus. She can handle anal s*x, what she can not handle is multiple anal penetrations at the same time. These creatures, whatever planet they are from, are not hesitant to give her little ass a go by three or four at a time. How they manage to stuff that many into her, she has no idea.

When it is not a c**k that slips into her ass, someone else will slip a translucent tube through the tiny hole on the container and pump out food to her. The food tastes bland, but she had worst. She never even gets the chance to see the face of the bastards who do this to her. Cowards!

Jack will not just let these bastards have their way to her ass, but as much as she rebels against them, these creatures will always find their way into her asshole. They prick her anus with their aching stiff c**k. Judging from the hands that often grope her ass cheeks and manhandle her as they please, they are at least humanoid. Furry, wet, cold or brash, all kinds of species find some indulgence from analing her.

She hates the c***s that impale the depths of her rectum, but she can not escape from them. Every stroke, every squeeze, every penetration that rips her ass in half. Jack despises these vile bastards. It is disgusting. They disgust her, and what they are doing to her body is sickening.

She fights them hard, to the point that she groans in frustration at every single f**k. Jack does not do crying, but what these creatures are doing to her somehow manages to seep in — not just their c*m, but the invincible effects of their actions. She tries to toughen herself up, making her pretend that she does not care about being used like this, but they are slowly crumbling her defenses. Her foes are slowing making their way to get to her, trying to break the mental walls that she had built around herself.

Jack hates what they have turned her into. She will like to so see them being stuffed inside a box and getting f****d all day round, and see how they can deal any better than her. How dare they parade their c***s at her, boasting their lengths by pressing their c***s to the valley of her ass until the size is imprinted by her memory, before screwing her back passage like mad.

She can harden her heart until it is cold as stone. Her self-defence mechanism will build walls around her to protect her mind from being broken by these vile creatures. But this one person just has to come and ruin everything for her. She can deal with monstrous sized c***s, down to d***s with the sharpest, weirdest angles so uneven, it messes up the internal contents of her asshole. What she can not accept is having another one such as her owning her like this.

Subject Zero can sense it one day when a d**k-shaped dark energy enters her through the rosebud of her anus, pushing the walls of her pelvic floor muscles apart until it hurts, before slipping all of the way in. Jack does not think she has ever fight so hard before ever since they locked her up in this lightless narrow space, but she does.

At first, he feels just like any other bastards out there, rolling the c**k shape in and out of her canal, stretching her out. But then the mass of energy centered around it flares up, causing the element zero user to catch on to the sensitive ball of energy.

The mass of the shape expands as it thrusts in and out of her without care, scratching the inner walls of her back end. She has never been in a position to anticipate the c**k that comes her way — one moment her ass is cold from the freezing air outside, and the next, it is heated volcano about to erupt after some rough f*****g — but right now she wishes she can trade for anything to see the face of this bastard. When she gets out, she will do what this guy is doing to her— No, she is going to do this to every single one of them! She can’t take it. Jack feels like her pride has been stepped over and over again as the c**k shape emits more dark energy inside her screeching passage.

Dark energy is her major, and she can’t accept that another is using her field of expertise to rape her. The guy even dares to be so detailed about the shape of the d**k until she can feel the veins of the powerful hardness grazing her still tight muscles ever so thoroughly.

What stresses her out the most is because her own fifth force is begging to be freed from inside her. The core of her biological dark energy is reacting to the intrusion, and it is calling back out to the new presence. Jack hates to admit it, but she misses being able to use her power. She wants to generate and wield it like she misses air and freedom. Too bad she will be nowhere near that anytime soon.

The c**k thrusting in and out of her ass makes her breathing rages, from exhaustion and concentration. It fogs around the dark space that cage her in, making her feel like she is sweating ten times more than she would usually be. Sweat cover her body until it irritates the bare ink on her pores, tracing the black lines decorating her skin.

The demeaning size elongates, spanning up the tunnels of her back passage, inflating her ass like a balloon, developing the pouch inside her so large until she becomes so full from the long fat c**k. The c**k yanks and pushes everything that comes to its way, not afraid to damage her internal organs and bleed her to death. And when he makes the c**k slides back in, he hits her so hard that she can feel her cervix and uterus being squashed down just to make room for his ever expanding d**k/dildo of energy. The thing cuts onto her and gradually blows her up from the inside, the motion intimidating her to the point that she cries for help.

She begs. She actually begs for whoever it is to stop.

But of course, her distress is replied by silence and more expansion. The male biotic is merciless, f*****g her ass to no end. He expands and expands until the diameter is almost as big as one’s head — and even so, he still dares to expand the d**k shaped size further, pulling out droplets of blood and c*m as he fights his way through the firmness of this helpless vessel’s muscles.

Fuck! This is even worse than her first time. The giant size is not possible. No one in this galaxy has this kind of c**k — she knows because she has seen all kinds of it. This guy is crazy. What will he get out of doing this? Before she can even realize it, warm droplets stream down from the sides of her face. At first she thinks it is just her sweat, but when her fingers trace back, she finds that the path leads back up to her eyes.

She is crying. s**t, she is crying! And once she realizes what is happening, she can not stop, blowing out like a busted dam. She cries and cries until her mascara melts and stains her face. s**t! This is the worst day of her life. She has been a prisoner for what feels like weeks now, but this is the first time that someone has truly broken her. Hateful! Disgraceful! Disgusting!

When he finally pulls out, an empty gaping hole is staring back at him. He can see the contents of her ass so clearly, there is no single bump that is hidden from his sight. Smiling with satisfaction, the male leaves the tattoo covered ass to her own ruin.

Oh, how the mighty has fallen.

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